Purple clouds ~ No Purple Rain though.
Winter brings beautiful skies to our area.
for your thoughts, prayers and support.
Jeanne took this picture of me as I was getting ready to leave the hospital. She also gave me the fabulous shawl she made and wrapped me up in. Jeanne has been a constant, caring support to me.
The surgery will take place on Tuesday, November 1st, tomorrow as you read this. I've been busy and it's helped me to feel calm but now on Sunday morning, sitting in my bed writing this, I'm beginning to feel a bit jittery.
Jittery, what a great word to describe this feeling. As you know, English is my second language and sometimes I'm kind of amazed at how these words pop up in my brain. Jittery! How I love this language.
Jeanne will take me and wait until the surgery is over. This is both hospital protocol and of course something both she and I want.
Jeanne has become family now.
Jasmine is coming up to spend the night with Faith and look after her.
Jeanne will pick me up the next day and how glad I will be to get home again.
And how happy Faith will be to see me and I her. I must keep thinking good thoughts like that.
I've had major surgeries before and I know that once I'm inside the hospital, I will just relax and let the doctors and nurses take care of me.
I will not be able to blog for a while afterwards. My Chromebook, which I got online, is designed for children to take to school, so it's very sturdy. I somehow missed that when I ordered it, but I've come to like it.
I tell you, I tend to miss a lot when I order stuff online.
I thank you in advance, my good friends, for your thoughts and prayers.
I will let you know how I'm doing as soon as I can.
An already written post about Joy will post on November 2nd.
Sometime ago, I decided that Joy is important. I guess we all know that, but sometimes the worries and problems of life get in the way.
To remind myself and you of the joy of each month, as I see it, I hope to post something about Joy for the coming month as the first post of each month.
Just to stay focused. On Joy.
Some great news came from the scan I had on Monday. This was in preparation for a biopsy of the nodule in my right lung.
The one I have been so scared and worried about.
So there I am, in yet another of those big machines, ever so grateful that I'm not clustrophobic. That would make all these tests a nightmare, I can only imagine.
Anyway, there I am, when I hear an excited discussion between the doctor and other personnel.
Then the doctor comes around the machine to where my head is and tells me that the nodule has shrunk to half its size.
"And cancer doesn't shrink, I've never in my career seen a cancer that shrunk on its own," he said.
Then he told me he'd called for Dr. Gordon, my breast cancer doctor, to come over to review the pictures.
She came over and soon I heard her laughing, she's a laughing, smiling, fun doctor.
They came over and told me that nothing will be done now. Instead they want to keep an eye on it, so I should come back and be tested in three months!!
So, if I could have, I would have danced a happy dance, instead I told Jeanne, who had patiently waited for me and we were both so happy.
A small Starbucks was conveniently located by the hospital parking lot, right in front of my car. Jeanne got me a cup of coffee and a snack, perfect food to break my fast. I'm not at all good at fasting, and even worse at missing my morning coffee.
Jeanne and I have decided to make this cancer journey into an adventure. And it really helps.
With this good news, the mastectomy is on again. Jeanne and I are going back to Bakersfield so I can be fitted with a camisole on the 31st. I don't understand the camisole, but once I see it, I guess I will. I think it's for people who wear bras, which I rarely need to do.
The good thing is, we'll have another adventure. It will be Halloween, after all, so maybe we'll meet up with some witches and goblins.
Last week, my doctor called to let me know that the latest biopsy, the one on the left side, was OK, no cancer there.
I was pretty sure myself all along that my lymph nodes had reacted to the covid booster I had around that time.
But getting it confirmed was of course great.
Dr. Gordon said she's so ready to get on with the surgery, which will happen after the 24th, which is Monday, when the nodule in my lung will be biopsied.
Phew, I don't think I ever used the word "nodule" before in my life, and now I seem to talk about them constantly.
Dr. Gordon called the lung nodule, which is one cm, so very small, something to that effect, "small thing in your lung, not very concerned with it, but will, of course, discuss with the lung doctors."
To know that she wants to go ahead with the surgery feels good.
So now, I just have to wait until next week to find out if I have lung cancer or not.
Personally, I feel that one cancer at a time is enough.
But then I smoked in my younger days, my parents smoked all their lives, so I was exposed to cigarette smoke since childhood. My mom stopped when we were small, but picked it up later.
And my dad died of lung cancer.
So there it is, as Errol used to sometimes say...
The Vikings were the first people to sail beyond the sight of land.
Thinking about sailing beyond the sight of land for the very first time really means something to me, as someone who has spent a lot of time sailing during my life.
I think about how they could not be sure to find their way back home. I wonder how this spread among them. After the first boat sailed, how did others know to set out as well.
I now have the DVD and the accompanying book about the Vikings from The Great Courses. I'm looking forward to learning more about these people I hope were my ancestors from long ago.
This has also made me interested in learning about my DNA. I look so very Scandinavian, that I've always thought there's no doubt where I come from, but then, you never know, so I will order a kit.
Jane sent this photo of a beautiful feather she found somewhere in the Sierras.
As you know, my health situation is a bit uncertain at the moment so I wondered about feathers as spiritual symbols. What may it mean that I was sent, well not the actual feather, which I'm sure Jane left where she found it, but this wonderful photo.
So I googled it.
I read a bit about the many different meanings of finding a feather and feathers in general.
I decided to settle on this, which I copied:
For hundreds of years, feathers have long been an integral part of many of the sacred ceremonies performed within Native American cultures and societies. Such as the Iroquois tribe and their Great Feather dance which was performed to thank the gods for all of their blessings such as land, animals, water, and food.
Prayers of gratitude make so much sense to me.
Thank you, Jane, for the feather, I'm grateful for your friendship and your wonderful contributions to my blog.
until I came to the debris filled gully where our infrequent rains flow through. Here I could neither see any tracks nor safely follow had I seen them.
October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month and I'm thinking of the importance of early detection.
I was recently diagnosed with this cancer, which I also had 23 years ago.
Both times the cancer was detected early.
Through my annual mammogram.
Please get one if yours is overdue.
Here Faith chews on a pink nylabone that I got for her in support of Breast Cancer Awareness Month.
Have a nice Sunday!
Facing the health issues that have come my way, I have a choice of being upset or finding joy in my daily life.
Every October more than 30,000 turkey buzzards migrate through the Tehachapi pass. The other night some of them decided to spend the night at Jeanne's place.