This Week’s Pondering

August 19, 26, September 2, 9, 16, & 23

During this time I’ve celebrated my 59th birthday. Age is a number and life is in your attitude and how you live. I’m done stalling. Back to it, people.

August 12, 2022

I swore I had this front page fixed…and I can be a pretty good swearer…but, again it decided to hide the sidebar menu. I like hide and seek as much as the next person…almost as much as some words I’ve been using trying to get this fixed. Let’s see how long this lasts.

August 5, 2022

The weather is hot, but it will never match our hotness. Keep the attitude…and heat…turned positively up.

July 29, 2022

The Melody persona really needs to relax more šŸ˜‰

July 22…or July 15th…written on the 23rd

I have been a victim of the heat…not the pleasant type…and a lack of brain power to get much done, but the small bits and bobs. Apologies there. I was going at a steady pace for a bit. Last night I’ve discovered another story that I think fits better under my name here, forgot it was a bit more adult material than general audience. And not due to the sex and more due to the content. Re-reading my quick draft and I’m excited about it. More later.

July 11…should have been July 8…2022

Well, that went sidewise. I was one of thousands who lost internet, cable, cell, landline, all outside world connection when my provider went offline. Talk about a quiet day of…housecleaning. Talk about a visit with pre-constant contact living, it was kinda nice. Glad to be back…happy to have debit back.

July 1, 2022

Happy Canada Day, may we continue to learn and grow stronger

June 24, 2022

You said one thing and today you did the opposite of that vowed statement. Are you a hypocrite or a liar? What brush will you paint the line blurred?

June 17, 2022

To all those we love and call, dad…Happy Father’s Day weekend.

June 10, 2022

Summer’s coming and soon it will be too hot to write during the day…not that it isn’t already. Some writing can only work when done in the night.

June 3, 2022

Love is love is love will always be love. Be you. Love you.

May 27, 2022

Hubby and I started dating 34 years ago, today. Yesterday was our 32nd wedding anniversary. May you all love and cherish.

May 20, 2022

Weatherpersons are calling for my area to be humid this Canadian long weekend, have fun in that heat and play safe.

May 13, 2022

Who else loves Friday the 13th?

May 6 2022

By typing and updating now it looks like I’m in the future. Not sure I want to know my future. You?

January 21 2022

Hello, It has been some time and I’m having to relearn the process of adding to my site. Updates can be wonderful and extremely frustrating, tonight they are frustrating.

While I love the look of my site, I’m thinking it’s time for a bit of a change and will be working these into the site over the next few weeks…maybe months. The plans are to have the blog alive again next week or the next. Time has away of getting away from me.

Toodles for now

Where Have I Been?

Below was written while I was in the hospital, I believe, it’s been nearly a year since I walked out. Today’s May 23 2019 and there’s more to tell of my story, but that’ll come a bit later…

Fighting for my life. Lymphoma to be exact. Relearning to use my legsā€¦and toilet. Hey, never say I’m not blunt and open.

The summer of 2017. Thought burning heat at groin joints, back of neck, hands and feet were strange menopause symptoms.

September 11, 2017. Doctor visit and blood workā€¦menopause or something else. I know my family doctor (and me) knew it was going to be cancer. Why not. It’s not like I’m invincible or special to avoid something that is so common. I’m just lucky it turned out to be something “they” believe can be cured. I’m looking for remission, maintenance, living with it. Cure? I’ll take it, but call me too realistic to hang onto that one simple word.

So, I’m restarting everything. Working from my hospital bed to keep the mind and fingers moving. Tomorrow, I should be starting round three of six chemo treatments. The rest of the week could be hellish, but I need to keep concentrating on therapy to move and eating. The close to hundred pounds I’ve lost isn’t what I ever looked for.

The hair lossā€¦I’ll rock it when I acknowledge it.

What has me nervous is about two weeks after round three I’ll  have another CT-scan in order to see if the spots on liver and spleen have either shrunk, shrinking, or gone.

What’s it like fighting cancer? Not much different than any other day except for being more tried, loss of appetite, not free to move as one wishes. It’s life and I’m being taught to use all the colours in my crayon box. To look around and open my eyes that too much time has already gone by with us sayingā€¦let’s do this, that, the other thingā€¦and end up not doing any of it. There will always be something going on, but when you’ve been forced to be quiet and still you quickly learn the something is nothing.

How did I end up here?  On way to a normal clinic visit I stepped down the stair landing and my legs saidā€¦nope. They just collapsed under meā€¦moments after I had just walked to the stairs.

Ambulance ride here and up to a ward and first round of chemo.

Wild ride of a dream that was no dream. Why was the one nurse telling me to stay in bed? Wacky dream. Oh crap. I really am upside down on the floor beside bed, bare butt in the air, legs dangling, and catheter showing for the world to see.

No dream. I did it twice. Woke up in panic with second. Don’t remember trip to new area but no more of that drug. People pay to feel that out of themselves? Freaked me out.

Then pneumonia either following or followed by low oxygen. Did you know our oxygen levels should be 93% for our body to function healthily? Down to ICUā€¦not the one my dad died in years ago, but one for us critical patients who need more oxygen than the other area is allowed to handle. At one point I was breathing on my own but with 80% added by machine. Six days later I’m back “upstairs” breathing all on my own.

Now I wait for round three.