Saturday, February 7, 2026    

     Gusts of wind blow the pollen from the tall pine trees onto my car.  I am taking my first allergy pill of the season.  Sneezing and blowing my nose should soon stop. The early pink and white tree blossoms are popping out down town. And one solitary sycamore street tree is leafing out while the others are holding off.

     Yes, good news from the oncologist. I am reluctant to write about it fearing I will jinx the plan. We have agreed to not start up the chemo therapy now the six month pause is over. I had refused chemo treatment six months ago while recovering from sepsis. I will continue surveillance treatments with the urologist to spot any new cancers. Also I agree to a CAT scan and more blood work.  The good news is no more chemo at this time. Keeping my fingers crossed and the excitement down.

     We watch the opening ceremonies of the Olympics in Milan. Just one hour, not the whole event.  The athletes are so young and enthusiastic. As the walk and dance through the golden arches. I plan to see the highlights during the week.

     It is a miracle, the basement room is cleared out or at least it will be when the moving guys come today to pick up the old broken stuff. The New porker flies back to cold East Coast today.

 

Friday, February 6, 2026

      Another very warm day. New record for warm winter weather.  I am not complaining. The warmth is welcomed in my home.  No heater on this morning.

     The New Yorker is full of vim and vigor as she works on the stuff in the basement rooms and garage. In the evening, she falls asleep on the couch while we watch TV.

     I am really liking this long book, THERE ARE RIVERS IN THE SKY. It’s  not complicated, the characters are clearly described and the story keeps surprising me. I am not sure if others will like it.

     We watch more of the Britbox drama RIOT WOMEN. Tonight we will watch the last two episodes. It was billed as a comedy but no, it is an intense painful drama.

 

Thursday, February 5, 2026

     A blank page this morning. Ummm. I wake in the middle of the night worrying about my appointment with the oncologist Friday afternoon.  I tell friends and family that I am going by myself.  I am strong and capable. They have busy lives. But the fears in the middle of the night say something different. So I will accept help after all.

     I don’t do my chair yoga exercises on Wednesday.  I plan to, but then I don’t.  I am caught up in reading THERE ARE RIVERS IN THE SKY. I have some difficulty eating my lunch. I have an occasional lazy esophagus episode when I can’t swallow food. Runs in my family.

     All I want to do is sit in my blue recliner and read more chapters of this book.  I do walk outside to pick up three days of mail. I am strong and capable but sometimes I am pretending following the old adage, fake it until you make it. I am going to try a new one, be honest, trust yourself.

     We watch the new Spike Lee movie HIGHEST 2 LOWEST. I have difficulty fallowing the plot, and the images of New York City are fabulous. I want to visit New York again.