As They Say, Too Pooped to Pop

Yesterday I had my last appt with the knee surgeon. He was so incredibly kind and caring that I got weepy. Then weepy again later in the day when I remembered him on my trip home. He got me in for an MRI right after the x-ray indicating a problem. Then he called me less than 2 hours after the MRI from Colorado where he was vacationing to tell me he was setting me up with an oncologist. The Radiologist called him right away, before the formal report, and he called me. Of course, I was still at Chris' house sleeping that darn valium off, so he left a message. His assistant, Nikki, kept trying to reach me even though it was her day off, so she gave me the news the next day. They have been very good to me.

Kris met me at the doctor's office and after the appointment, we headed for furniture stores. I "tried on" several lift/recliners, but I didn't settle on one. While I continued to consider, we had lunch (sushi for me) at the Waterfront. Love that place and so does Kris. By the time we were finished, I was through shopping. But I was still trying to negotiate on one at Slumberland. Guess I still am, as far as that goes. haha So I headed my way West and South and was home around 5 or 5:30. I was too tired to brush the doggies. I know Lucy didn't mind. haha

But as tired as I was, it was another night on the chair. But I still slept pretty well, and just kept on sleeping when it was time to get up for Friday coffee this morning.

I called Toyota re scheduling my 60,000 mile check up and lo and behold, I could get in this afternoon. Since there weren't many good options next week, I scrambled (well, in slow mo) and got on the road by noon. Spent the afternoon there, reading, dozing, and making trips to the bathroom, and got home again at 5:30. Amazingly, the trip home was fine. I expected lots of nasty traffice, but other that a few fools, it was a pleasant drive.

Doggies have been duly brushed, I'm catching up on pain meds (can't take and drive), and watching a bit of TV before trying the bed again tonight. Maybe... I hope... Whoever thought sleeping in bed would be a treat?

I notice my response to learning of an acquaintance who now has cancer. I think it's true that cancer has become a chronic disease. We've all known so many with breast or prostate cancers, which are often successfully treated or contained. I have the feeling this is much worse, but that will take a while to be assimilated by people. I also noted how I still have that feeling of closing off, of not wanting to be involved, of fear especially when I hear of someone having one of the scarier types. I'm sure people feel like that about me. They don't want to interrupt or bother me. I had to laugh. I got a card from Kaye in Burlington who said that several people had called to tell her of my cancer, but none of them have called me. :) I think that's how I've behaved, too. Well, once again, I seem to have to find out first hand how I can be a better friend. I'll know next time, if I have the chance.