All Pinked Out

It has been brought to my attention that I should consider continuing with the blog posts.How could I top writing about treatment for breast cancer ? What is left to be witty about ? A fifty two week trip around the world ? Wow, that would be fun if I could get the travel medical insurance. I worry when I go to Vancouver. Anyway, what better time, or occasion, than Christmas to produce one of those chatty, whats going on in our world kind of letters. You know the ones, where everything is great here at the kennel, and puppies and grand-puppies are outperforming everyone on every level, everywhere in the world. And no one died or divorced during the year.
Well, Senor did get a new /old car(the kind that can qualify for the collector plates). I have named it Mr. Sunny Days. Sunny, the TR6 sports car, has spent it’s whole 41 years living a sheltered life in a garage in Victoria and only comes out on Sunny Days! The Honda was none too happy to start sharing the garage with Mr. Sunny. She had been an only one for seven years. She could spread out all over that garage. And now….He(Mr. Sunny) has special car winter pajamas which he is wearing right now. They were a gift from his Uncle Dan.
I had my reconstructive surgery on Nov. 9th in a delightful little animal clinic not far from the ferry terminal (translates into long drive) The healing is not complete, but coming along and I hope to be back at aqua fit around the middle of January. There should be one more small procedure around the end of Jan. and then there will be the six month visits with the family doctor, oncologist, and pharmacist at the CC. We will never be free of each other (me and the CC). The anti hormone drugs produce brutal leg pain – muscle and joint. I feel like what I imagine a hundred year old person must when they get out of bed each morning. Walking up hill and stairs is torture. We have been told that there is a 50% chance that I will develop osteoporosis. I am no doctor, but I bet if I started to try and build up the walking I would not have so much pain.
I had the world’s worst haircut and I am still angry about it. Some serious miscommunication occurred between myself and my regular hairdresser and she wound up pulling out the dog clippers(yeah, yeah, I know you are saying, but she is a dog!) and went at my head and practically created the headshave she had to give me in Sept of 2014. It is going to take me months to regrow the hair to an acceptable length. The growth rates slows drastically when you are on the anti hormone drugs. Oh yeah, another great thing about treatment. I might have to consider terminating the relationship and find a new groomer. Part of my new and improved life.
It appears that I have exceeded my self imposed word count.
Have a Happy Christmas and a great 2016. Live every day to the fullest, blah, blah, blah.