Friday, September 23, 2022

Samson Plays Doctor ~ A Post From 2010

 I was checking for a post about the weather in September 2010. I found no post to show me how hot it was then, but I guess Google would know. 

Instead I found this. Samson was a little over a year old and Angel was about 12. Angel was the dog that arrived by our front gate on the night before my first cancer surgery and refused to leave. We did a lot to try to find an owner without success. So I named her Angel and she watched over me for the rest of her long life. 


Oh, hi Mommy, maybe you better take that camera and go away so I can examine Angel.


Ack, that nose doesn't look so good. It looks awfully red to me. I will prescribe some more medicine for you and discuss this with Mommy.


Now, let me check your ears. You are such a good patient, Angel, let me just sniff in there. It smells good and clean to me.


And now I have to examine the other end. I know you don't like it, but I have to make sure all your ends are OK.


Sniff, sniff: It smells good to me.


Oh, you want to go outside now? Ok, we can do the rest out there.

I know you eat very well now, but you're still awfully skinny. We have to do something about that. I prescribe some walks for you to make sure you get some more appetite and gain some weight. And I have to discuss your nose medicines with Mommy. Other than that, you are good to go.


These are my final instructions: Make Mommy take you for a good walk every day; eat all your dinner; let Mommy put that cream on your nose too -- those pills are not enough. And let me kiss your ears every time I come and see you.  Then you will feel at least a whole year younger. And that's seven human years.....

My surgery will probably be scheduled for Friday, September 30th. 

I will let you know when I get it confirmed. 

And will then try to write a post about where I am with all this.  There's so much that needs to get done ahead of the surgery. And, of course, I will not be able to drive for four weeks afterwards. 

Right now, I'm tired of tests and scans and just want to get it over with. So one more test next week, then probably surgery on the 30th. 











Sunday, September 18, 2022

Sunday Morning Reflections



Another glorious Sierra day in which one seems to be dissolved and absorbed and sent pulsing onward we know not where.
Life seems neither long nor short, and we take no more heed to save time or make haste than do the trees and the stars.

This is true freedom, a good practical sort of immortality.

~ John Muir









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