Hi,
It was time for the six month dermatology visit yesterday. I have a love-hate relationship with my doctor. He is awesom. Christopher Miller is a brilliant, sweet, thorough, knife wielding physician who takes pride in his work and pleasure in cutting off little bits of me. He would have been a huge hit in the Inquisition.
The trick with melanoma type cancer is to stay ahead of the game. Biannual visits to a dermatologist are a must. These medical practitioners have wacky X-ray vision style glasses that see things we don't ever want to know about, but must be dealt with. Rogue cells. The search and destroy techniques of a dermotologist are his strengths. If they can catch things as pin head size problems, and eliminate them quickly, they can save you a whole lot of pain and huge scars later.... But those little pin head problem cells are no fun, no matter how small they are.
Dr. Miller is one of the best. He is seemingly kind, patient and caring. He also loves his work, a little too much. I have seen the look of disappointment in his eyes when there are no new 'spots' to irradicate on my skin. Yesterday he was in his glory as he pounced on three spots that didn't pass his muster. I appreciate his concern and thoroughness but it's the glee that I wish he would tone down.
It's a session of becoming his personal pin cushion that I get queasy about. The hospital is very good about not wanting me to pass out so they chill me out with fun drugs with a chaser of Apple juice first. That helps. Marshall is there to hold my hand and keep me occupied thinking about anything other than what they are doing to me. It is all over and done with in an hour. From signing away the rights to my biopsy specimens to finally getting clothes on again, three new little spots have bit the dust. I have a six month reprieve before having to get inspected again and new war wounds to show off.
Yes, my body looks like a tic-tax-toe board but it is cancer free. Success!
I wish I could grow some height with the same efficiently I grow melanoma..... Oh well, another on bites the dust.
Xox
M
Day Lily!
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Monday, February 10, 2014
Never ending winter
Hi,
It is only mid-February but I am done with winter. I am calling it quits, I can't do this any more. Between the continuous snow fall, ice storms, power outage, sinus infection and bitter cold weather, I am fed up! Do you hear me Mother Nature, enough is ENOUGH!
I am not sure who is in charge of all this. Exactly which forces of nature department to complain to or what government agency to address my concerns with, but I need someone in command to put an end to this winter right now. My poor nose can't stand to be blown one more time. I think my brains are starting to leak out. Is that possible? Or maybe they have become frozen solid? I can't feel my brain working anymore, along with my toes on most days. It's just too frigid inside and out.
How did early settlers in North America do this? Even with central heating, gas ovens and the invention of the lightbulb at hand, getting through this winter has become a huge challenge. They didn't have any of these gizmos or gadgets and yet they survived. I wouldn't have made it this far into the year as a chick on a chuck wagon. I would have been curled up in a snow bank and called the whole party off long ago. No wonder the fur trade survived and thrived for hundreds of years. I have had to take my shearling coat to bed with me on more than one occasion this last week, and thank goodness for the alpaca blankets in the house. Trying to live in a house with no power or heat made me see what a whoos I have grown up into. I lasted 24 hours then had to bug out to a friends home that had a working furnace. One night in the dark and I was done. Pathetic!
The only part of the power outage last week that I did enjoy was the silence. Nothing hummed in the background, nothing rang or buzzed, beeped, whined or even flickered. I could hear the snow falling, and when the tree branches, laden with ice and snow, snapped and fell to the ground it sounded like gun shot and the ground shook. The quiet was deafening and took some getting used to, but I liked it. Being unplugged wasn't so bad, but I think I prefer to try in on a warm beach, not in the middle of a cruel winter in Pennsylvania.
It is time to shovel the driveway, again. Hi ho!
Xox
M
It is only mid-February but I am done with winter. I am calling it quits, I can't do this any more. Between the continuous snow fall, ice storms, power outage, sinus infection and bitter cold weather, I am fed up! Do you hear me Mother Nature, enough is ENOUGH!
I am not sure who is in charge of all this. Exactly which forces of nature department to complain to or what government agency to address my concerns with, but I need someone in command to put an end to this winter right now. My poor nose can't stand to be blown one more time. I think my brains are starting to leak out. Is that possible? Or maybe they have become frozen solid? I can't feel my brain working anymore, along with my toes on most days. It's just too frigid inside and out.
How did early settlers in North America do this? Even with central heating, gas ovens and the invention of the lightbulb at hand, getting through this winter has become a huge challenge. They didn't have any of these gizmos or gadgets and yet they survived. I wouldn't have made it this far into the year as a chick on a chuck wagon. I would have been curled up in a snow bank and called the whole party off long ago. No wonder the fur trade survived and thrived for hundreds of years. I have had to take my shearling coat to bed with me on more than one occasion this last week, and thank goodness for the alpaca blankets in the house. Trying to live in a house with no power or heat made me see what a whoos I have grown up into. I lasted 24 hours then had to bug out to a friends home that had a working furnace. One night in the dark and I was done. Pathetic!
The only part of the power outage last week that I did enjoy was the silence. Nothing hummed in the background, nothing rang or buzzed, beeped, whined or even flickered. I could hear the snow falling, and when the tree branches, laden with ice and snow, snapped and fell to the ground it sounded like gun shot and the ground shook. The quiet was deafening and took some getting used to, but I liked it. Being unplugged wasn't so bad, but I think I prefer to try in on a warm beach, not in the middle of a cruel winter in Pennsylvania.
It is time to shovel the driveway, again. Hi ho!
Xox
M
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