All Pinked Out

The chemo is getting easier and there is hardly enough time to pass around the cookies and change the settings on the I Pad. Chemo is now 45 minutes every three weeks until the first week of December. In the next two weeks I have to make a decision on which drugs I wish to take for the next five years as part of my hormonal therapy. My 16 days of radiation, which was delivered Monday to Friday, ended last Wed. The worst part of that exercise was driving to the CC after months of staying off the road, and then skillfully placing the car in the parking area. You need to have alot of change to be treated for cancer! And a credit card for the drugs that the CC prescribes to you as part of your treatment,and then the drugs are not covered by the Provincial medical coverage.Do we know anyone out there studying public policy? It sounds like many people are trying to figure this one out. In fact, there was something about this situation on TV last night.One of those news investigation shows (they must be getting tired of covering Robert Durst) The radiation treatment itself was no big deal, and only took ten to fifteen minutes with no waiting before hand. My offending boob, which I now refer to as “Boobette”, looks like someone took a blow torch to it, and is peeling/burning/itching/ and hurting like heck. “They” tell me that all of this is to be expected with this type of treatment.I believe them.
You might have heard that life has been rocking here at the kennel.No time for blogging. Senor developed another kidney stone, and this time there was an emergency ambulance ride which was followed by a late night operation to implode and destroy the kidney stone. While Senor was in a the Veterinary Hospital it was determined that he had an infection which would require his being on IV therapy for six weeks. As a result,every Monday to Friday for 12 of the radiation days, I had to drive from one hospital(radiation) to the other(visit Senor and deliver his paper/reading materials) at a time when I was supposed to be driven to my treatments, and return from radiation to rest. I did have assistance for four of the hospital combo days as two people were able to pitch in and transport me.Senor is home now wearing something that looks like a fanny pack(he wants to call it “Butch the Bag”) which contains an antibiotic elixir that is pumping away into his newly installed pick line. Yes folks, we are the Picks and the Ports of Victoria, BC. Very special faux British breed- the pick/port/poodle. A nurse visits him every day.He has to go to the hospital once a week for tests. We have a BIG appointment book.

On the bright side… A family of hairs has moved in on my chin. There are 4 blondes and 1 brunette. They know that they are unwanted, but the lead hair growth has advised me that their plan is to stay and multiply, as they follow a set of religious beliefs similar to those with which I was raised. Something that resembles grey and white cotton balls is now appearing on my head. Because I am still suffering with the pins and needles/tingling in my feet/toes on fire, I have become quite close to my Sunbeam Electric Heating Pad and we will be announcing our engagement sometime later in the spring. Now seems like an insensitive time to advise Senor of any changes in our relationship. Today I am dispensing some of that cancer awareness that you hear about.This is a heck of a way to spend one’s retirement gift of free time! How was that? Just this morning Senor suggested we leash up and shuffle down to the #1 highway and walk towards the oncoming traffic. Not for me. I want to be here tomorrow morning to meet the newest chin hairs! Let every moment count. Blah, blah, blah.