I have been called Sweetie about four times today. I am not kidding you. By four separate people. Whom I do not know. Men people. Only once on the phone!
Okay. I just had to tell you that because it's so odd.
Anyway, no pictures, okay? I took the camera but really- it's in very bad taste to take someone's picture either before or after a colonoscopy so forget it. It was only Kathleen and me because Judy has the stomach flu and couldn't leave her bathroom. Is this irony or just cruel? Either way, it was just the two of us.
And I didn't know whether to hope they found cancer or not but they didn't. The reason I didn't know which to hope for is because if they do find out where this primary site is, they have a better chance at a more effective treatment.
Anyway, no cancer in Kathleen's gut that they could find. So.
I took her home and dropped her off after I made sure she was settled in. She's so EASY, that girl. I asked her what she wanted me to get her.
"Water," she said. "Out of the tap."
Okay. So I did.
I imagine she's asleep. Not only was she up half the night going to the bathroom for her pre-procedure cleansing ritual, but also her ex-husband was there. Now I don't know if you've been following her blog but it turns out that her ex-husband also has cancer. Brain cancer. I mean please- could you make this stuff up?
I couldn't and I have a pretty good imagination.
But he's on his way to Tennessee where some world-famous cancer specialist is supposedly going to see him. And oh yeah- the WFCS is a chiropractor.
So, well, we shall see about that and Kathleen was tired and that stuff they give you for the procedure knocks you for a loop so I imagine she's going to be sleeping for the rest of the day and hopefully the night as well.
I'm tired too. In fact, I just forgot how to spell "tired." I hope it's just fatigue and not a brain tumor. The way thing are going...
Jessie's back home to vote and have supper and Mr. Moon will be coming in too and all I'll have to do is heat up the soup and make some oat bran muffins so yippie!
And since I did nothing today but sit in a waiting room where a TV was blaring first game shows and then the news and then soap operas, perhaps my legs and feet won't keep me awake tonight. I'm hoping.
And the elections will be over tonight which means that Bill Clinton and Barack Obama and other well-known people will quit calling me. I have to tell you that it feels weird to hang up on the president. Did you?
So that's it.
Enjoy your evening, non-ringing telephone and all.
Yours truly...Sweetie Moon