Ah Lah

Yeah well. See what happens when I don't go to town? Kathleen went to the doctor today because she was in so much pain she just had to. All by herself. Drove herself there and went in and apologized like crazy because she didn't call first. There's a big sign in the waiting room that says, "We do not accept walk-ins." I can't help but wonder about this. Do people walk into an oncology practice and say, "Hey! I think I might have cancer. Can I see a doctor?" I guess they do.
But they were very nice to her at the doctor's. They told her she is NOT a walk-in. She's a patient. And they saw her.

She stopped by on her way home for a quick hug and visit. She told me she feels like our friend Rich with his old Mercedes. Every time he takes it to the shop they find more stuff wrong with it.
Yeah. The found more stuff.
I'll let her tell you about it. I think she will.
But hell, it's not good stuff.
The lovely thing is, though, is that she can still crack jokes. She can still bemoan the fact that she has to take steroids. "Will I blow up and my hair turn black?"
"I have no idea," I said.
And I don't.
Must I say it again? Oh what the fuck? I might as well.

I don't know shit.

I know that this is going to be a long process, though. One we've probably just begun. She said that next they'll be finding cancer in her toenails. I said that she's probably right and she should just go ahead and get them removed now.
See? Jokes.
The best one was about the PET scan which people keep telling her she should have. She's wondering which of her pets she should bring in, and we very seriously discussed the pros and cons of each dog or cat or bunny to accompany her for a PET scan.

We talked and laughed for awhile and then she left, patting my cat Luna on her way out. She's gone home to be with her kids and eat pizza on a Friday night. If she eats. She's having to force herself to do eat. Maybe the steroids will help with that.

And now Mr. Moon is home and we're going to have a Friday night martini, walk around the yard. He's excited because he's going to Georgia tomorrow to check out a place to hunt for the fall. And his sister is coming tomorrow to pick up a car he got for her. I'm glad. I like his sister a lot. She's never met Owen before and it'll be a grand meeting.

And that's the Friday evening update. As if you needed one. You don't. But I needed to write one.

I needed to remind myself that life just keeps going on and we just need to pace ourselves for this adventure.

We surely do and we're going to get this show on the road as soon as possible and I'm cooking chicken for dinner.

How about you?