11/13/22
Two years ago today was Friday the 13th. That’s the day my cancer was confirmed. I got a call on my cell phone when I was in a parking lot. So, I’m a little bit down in the dumps today. I am Magine as the day progresses, I will perk up. My right foot is giving me grief again and it’s difficult to walk. I went to the podiatrist this week, hoping he could help me. Apparently not yet. He is communicating with my oncologist and hoping to run some more tests on my foot. They are probably scheduling an MRI and I will be called in to do it again. He said there are usually two causes for what I have. Overuse and cancer. Well, I haven’t run any marathons lately, so that wasn’t very good news. I’m holding out for some thing else – a different diagnosis – something they can fix. He didn’t look very hopeful, however. But, I tend to get weird stuff, so we’ll just wait and see. I can’t put my boot back on because of the blood clot in my leg. Last time it kept bumping on the clot end it dislodged a portion of it and sent it to my lungs. It sent three, actually, and I don’t want to do that again.
The last time I checked, I had osteopenia. That’s a step under osteoporosis, so they may run that test again. Who knows? Kids are coming home for Thanksgiving, and will start arriving on Saturday. We are going camping until Wednesday. So, my house will be full and life will be grand.
We ordered a new bed this week. I am hoping it will take care of my hip and back pain, and David’s shoulder pain. It’s time for a new bed, anyway. We ordered a Purple bed and I’ve never slept on one before. It should be here in a couple of weeks. I’m kind of excited about it.
It froze here last night, but we covered our plants and they look fine this morning. We just did not want to lose them so early in the season. It was just a freaky cold front that blew in. It’s sunny and gorgeous today.
My kids appear to all be doing well. I’m glad. I would like them to be able to afford the things I never had. Then I will move in with them.
I should clean up a few things before my new bed comes, but I hate housework. They say housework won’t kill you, but why take the chance?
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