As I was waiting these many weeks for a surgery date, many people were waiting with me. In various corners of the world. There’s my family (what’s left of it) in Germany and Switzerland. With e-mails, Skyping and phone, they kept
Well. Knock me over with a feather! After waiting all day, Sunday for Dr.D. to call and being anxious about it, it never happened. Another beautiful day wasted and gone. Monday morning I called Denver and left messages with Dr. D’s
I came to Colorado near the end of February because my mother’s Denver surgeon had said, unequivocally, that surgery on the last of Mom’s tumors would take place “at the end of February or in early March.” Once I was
Over the last week, Mom and I convinced ourselves of certain things about our interaction with Dr. Chutzpah, and I summarized that thinking in the post Paging Dr. Chutzpah. However, the doctor, who I’ll now call Dr. Denver, phoned us
Sometimes, I can’t remember what day it is. They all seem to blend in to pretty much the sameness. Make breakfast, then again for Cameron. Clean a little, run errands. Shop for groceries (often). Bring them home, then prep, chop
After the many days waiting for this appointment, it finally came. A very windy day but we made to Grand Junction. Cameron accompanied me for some ‘hand-holding’ if need be and to take notes. Meanwhile, I had bought a book,
Even though surgery is off the table and I am very relieved not having to got through all of that, the chemo boogie-man is still hovering close by. But, those fangs are not as sharp and big as they were.
Although it seems long, these past couple of weeks went rather quickly. There was the usual laundry to do after my son left and things to straighten up. Having my schedule and life back felt pretty good, although the house
We sure packed a lot of activities into the last few weeks. Filled with happy anticipation to see our camino friends again, I drove Cameron’s old Land Rover to Grand Junction to pick up Julio, Marie Anne and a little
