Good ‘ol friends…

This week in review……

Monday:   Spent the afternoon with some of my old photography friends.   For those of you that aren’t aware, I was a photographer for 10 years (in my 20’s).  I worked in elementary schools, my models were students from the ages of 4 to 14.  I really enjoyed it, what a great job to make people smile every day, all day long.  It was a challenge to try to capture the best image of someone I didn’t know, and especially of children that didn’t even want their picture taken in the first place.  Oh, I could share some stories.  Anyway, some of my former co-workers (“picture ladies” is what we were all nick-named), spent the afternoon with me in the backyard.  We took lots of photos, thank you Mary Ellen for capturing some moments on camera with my baby, my dog C.J.  She is 12 years old now and I often wonder how many more days or years I will have with her.  She is healthy, but I was healthy once too, life can turn on us in a moment’s notice.   Us girls played “dress up”, I brought out my 2 wigs and shared them.  Boy, a hair style can sure change your look!   I am still fooling even some of my closest friends, they are used to seeing me as a blonde, but both of my wigs are back to my natural brunette colour.  I think it’s hilarious watching someone look for me, when I am standing right in front of them.  LOL !  I think every woman should have a wig.  It’s actually kind of fun to have other “personalities”….. on with the rest of the day…. my friend Wendy (I mean “babysitter”) picked me up and we went to the team captain’s meeting for the upcoming Relay for Life that we all have been working so hard on.  I received terrific news…. guess what?  I am so exstatic to share this news…. I have reached my goal of creating a total of 9 teams, with 84 people and climbing!!!!   Holy Crap!  I am so overwhelmed with all of the support.

Tuesday:  this was a day of cancer crap again.  Mom & I shared this day together.  We took turns taking care of each other.  The morning started early at 7 am at the hospital here in Chatham.  Mom’s turn for her colonoscopy, we received great news…. “all clear”.  Best news I’ve heard in a while!  Mom was still “high” from the narcotics that she was given to relax her so I drove the 2 of us in her car and we headed off to London for my pre-op appointments.  I met with several people, couple of nurses, a doctor, xray tech, the guy who puts you out for the operation, 2 different people that wanted my blood, etc. (one tech dew blood from my ear lobe.. this was strange, but it’s the best way to check your oxygen level I have learned)  We spent 4 hours talking about what’s to come with my pending surgery.  Well, I know I was mentionning anxiety before, but now I am feeling it even more.  I kept being told that this is a “big deal”, this is “serious”.   Some moments I escape inside my head and all I hear is “blah, blah, blah”, that’s why Mom came.   “You will experience tremendous pain”, “life will be different for a few months”, “you have to take it easy”, “you need to listen to your body”….. blah, blah, blah…. I would rather hear… “you are a tough girl, you will sail through this no problem”, “this is nothing you can’t handle”…. I wish the doctors and nurses knew my personality.  I am strong and this is just another “detour”…. and for those of you that agree with the doctors, I will let you know that I will do my best and not over-do-it, but the best way for me to heal is to keep on moving, even if it’s baby steps, I can’t sit still for too long.  We arrived home from London at 7 pm and Rick and I shared dinner together at one of our favourite restaurants, the Cajun Pepper.   We see each other for only a few hours a day lately, it sucks.  I miss him like crazy.BikeDSC03030