There are a couple of ladies who have made comments on our blog. I'm not sure I know who they are, but it doesn't really matter. Barbara is encouraging, and Ellana has made some very good suggestions that I had not even thought about. I had seen the special tops that are needed after surgery, advertised in my Paula Young wig catalogue, but for some reason, it just never clicked that it is time to get some. Duh! I did pick up a top today with small snaps down the front and two big pockets. I think it may be a medical uniform top that nurses wear, but it looks like it will do the trick. I hope I am like my new friend and only have to have the drains in for a few days. That would be so great. But if it takes longer, so be it. It's do-able. Anyhoo, I really appreciated all the information that she gave me.
I got to talk to Jenna after work today, and she kinda indicated that she was planning on being at the hospital on Tuesday. I told her that I wanted her to go to work that day, since she had had to use up some of her time-off for school late-start days and bad weather. She said she thought she should sit with her dad while I was getting fixed. (Oh, wait, I don't mean FIXED - I mean fixed up healthy-wise). After I got home, I realized that I must have come off rather bossy and offensive. Jenna has been my staunchest supporter from the minute she found out about the cancer. And then I tell her she needs to go to work that day. So I called her up and explained that I just didn't want to get her into trouble from being away from work that day, but if she chooses to be with her dad, I'm sure her work will understand, and that I would be happy that she was there. Little Ma wanted to be there, but we both finally agreed that from 6 o'clock AM to whenever, the day would run too long and would be too tiring for her. But she made it clear that she was at my disposal when I get home, and she'll do whatever needs to be done. Wow! (I wonder if it will be too cold for her to wash my windows? Uh . . . did I say that out loud?) Just kidding, Hazel. :))))
Okay, here is the part where I thank people for sending or bringing me neat stuff. Last night Little Ma sent up some of her delicious homemade chicken and noodles plus some great lemon pudding for our supper. Then today, I got a package from Sister Sandy with all kinds of goodies in it. There was a neat pink cord bracelet connected to an engraved silver ring which said "LIFE IS TOUGH" on one side and "BUT I AM TOUGHER" on the other side. I just love it! She also sent a magazine and book that I had been wanting to read. Then she enclosed a box of miniature chairs for Alec that she had ordered for him. He is always making paper-people and folding them to fit inside toy cars or onto little homemade benches or chairs. Now he has the real thing for his toy people (both paper and plastic) to sit on. I asked him what was the first thing he was going to use the chairs for, and he said "Dinner" so I guess about twenty of his toys will be sitting down and having a banquet.
Jenna and I have both mentioned our habit of thinking up PLAN A and just for good measure, we also have a PLAN B waiting in the wings in case we need it. Well, tonight she gave me the neatest little notepad to carry in my purse. Across the front it says, "LIFE IS ALL ABOUT HOW YOU HANDLE PLAN B." Inside it has this message:
PLAN A IS ALWAYS MY FIRST CHOICE . . . THE ONE WHERE EVERYTHING WORKS OUT. BUT MORE OFTEN THAN NOT, I FIND MYSELF DEALING WITH THE UPSIDE-DOWN VERSION WHERE NOTHING GOES AS IT SHOULD. IT'S AT THIS POINT THE REAL TEST OF MY CHARACTER COMES IN . . . DO I SINK OR DO I SWIM? DO I WALLOW IN SELF-PITY OR DO I SIMPLY SHIFT GEARS AND MAKE THE BEST OF THE SITUATION? THE CHOICE IS MINE. LIFE REALLY IS ALL ABOUT HOW YOU HANDLE PLAN B.
Good stuff, don't you think?
NOTE: I just want to say again how much I appreciate all of you out that that put up with my ramblings. Sometimes when I am writing this, I forget that somebody might possibly read it. I just let my thoughts ooze out of my head, run down my arms, and squirt out of my fingers onto the keyboard of the computer. (doesn't that paint a creepy picture?). So, what you see is what you get. Thanks again.
GOD BLESS YOU ALL