Earlier today I sat myself down to blog and life happened. Tonight I got home from our church's annual business meeting and discovered two of my blogging daughters were thinking the same thing - time for Mom to catch up a bit.
We took Aaron home from the meeting tonight because Becca had gotten sick (yuck!) and Tami needed to take the girls home early. He said he actually has his taxes done. Yea! We don't have a W-2 we need yet.
Bob has had to start radiation therapy because his PSA (Prostate-Specific Antigen) indicates that they didn't get all of the cancer. It was close to the outside of the prostate and apparently some migrated out. He will finish his second week tomorrow. He has appointments scheduled for Monday through Friday until March 12th, I believe. They made 36 more appointments on his
first treatment day and I believe that is what it comes to.
We go to a separate waiting room. I can go to watch the process if I want. It is interesting. It doesn't take much time once they call him in. Just long enough for him to slip off his shoes, drop his pants (modestly, with a cloth to cover him (and I complain about the skimpy things I get when I go to the doctor...)), lay down on this machine table, line up his tiny tattoos on the sides of his hips
and his abdomen with red X lights. Then everyone leaves the room then the radiation machine swings around his table and shoots him on top, bottom and both sides. It only takes about 15 minutes, tops. Once a week, I think he said, they do some monitoring procedures which does take more time.
What takes time, is talking to other people who are in for the same thing. It is good time. The reason for being there levels the field. Everyone knows the surprise and the pain that the C-word brings.
Afterwards, we run errands and go home. We've only gone straight home a couple of times. Yesterday we bought a new toaster oven. My much-loved first toaster oven spit a spring last week so the door can't stay shut. I've moved that to my studio-to-be for baking polymer clay since I can rig it shut for that. The new one is larger - can hold an 11" square pan - and has a warming tray on top. I put some Bugles in a pan and put them up there - wow! Believe it or not, you can really improve the taste of Bugles. It makes the warm bread Bob likes and the crunchier toast I prefer without much of a fuss.
Time for bed. Three-hour long meetings make me tired....
We took Aaron home from the meeting tonight because Becca had gotten sick (yuck!) and Tami needed to take the girls home early. He said he actually has his taxes done. Yea! We don't have a W-2 we need yet.
Bob has had to start radiation therapy because his PSA (Prostate-Specific Antigen) indicates that they didn't get all of the cancer. It was close to the outside of the prostate and apparently some migrated out. He will finish his second week tomorrow. He has appointments scheduled for Monday through Friday until March 12th, I believe. They made 36 more appointments on his
first treatment day and I believe that is what it comes to.We go to a separate waiting room. I can go to watch the process if I want. It is interesting. It doesn't take much time once they call him in. Just long enough for him to slip off his shoes, drop his pants (modestly, with a cloth to cover him (and I complain about the skimpy things I get when I go to the doctor...)), lay down on this machine table, line up his tiny tattoos on the sides of his hips
and his abdomen with red X lights. Then everyone leaves the room then the radiation machine swings around his table and shoots him on top, bottom and both sides. It only takes about 15 minutes, tops. Once a week, I think he said, they do some monitoring procedures which does take more time.What takes time, is talking to other people who are in for the same thing. It is good time. The reason for being there levels the field. Everyone knows the surprise and the pain that the C-word brings.
Afterwards, we run errands and go home. We've only gone straight home a couple of times. Yesterday we bought a new toaster oven. My much-loved first toaster oven spit a spring last week so the door can't stay shut. I've moved that to my studio-to-be for baking polymer clay since I can rig it shut for that. The new one is larger - can hold an 11" square pan - and has a warming tray on top. I put some Bugles in a pan and put them up there - wow! Believe it or not, you can really improve the taste of Bugles. It makes the warm bread Bob likes and the crunchier toast I prefer without much of a fuss.
Time for bed. Three-hour long meetings make me tired....
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