Captain in WALL-E movie
Tuesday Lon and I were almost to PCI for my appointment (which had already been rescheduled two times) with the plastic surgeon, when they called me on my cell phone and said the doctor was still tied up in surgery and couldn't make the appointment. The next available time was in two weeks!! Krikey!! Then the lady proceeded to tell me that the reconstructive surgery was going to be JULY 18TH!! I WANT THIS OVER with NOW - NOW- NOW!!! I have a busy summer schedule (watching Alec and maybe the girls, plus Lon is going on his annual fishing trip,and we are all going to have a big job getting things around for the farm auction. I guess I should be happy that the auction for Dad's farm stuff is falling on July 12th, so I can be there. And Lon's trip will be over with, so he will be able to help me with those darn drains again. Oh, by the way, I asked the nurse how long to expect wearing the drains this time, and she cheerfully told me that it could (again) last as long as FOUR WEEKS!!! I refuse to have to have them for four weeks again. Been there, done that, no fun!
Seems like you get through the tougher stuff, and then the wind-up is going to take forever. Whatever.
I am going to reprint the poem I posted back in December. I was talking to my neighbor lady and her son. He is the one who had breast cancer a while back and had a tough time dealing with it because of the area of the body concerned. Max has always been a big, strong, quiet guy, but he came up to me and told me he owed me two big hugs - one for Dad, and the other because I had breast cancer, just like him! He lifted his shirt and showed me his scar and it is a doozey. (Of course, I didn't lift my shirt and show him mine :) I told him that back in December I was thinking about his situation and that this crazy little rhyme kept running through my head until I had to put in down on paper. I gave him a copy, but there are others who wanted to reread that little ditty but I don't want them to have to search way back when. Also, I have reworked it just a bit. Hope you don't mind seeing it again.
THE BEAR IS BARE - BUT WE DON'T CARE
ONCE THERE WAS A GROWN UP BEAR.
HIS NAME WAS JOBEY JAY.
HE WENT TO SEE HIS DOCTOR AND
HERE'S WHAT DOC HAD TO SAY.
I'M VERY SORRY, JOBEY JAY,
BUT YOU ARE VERY SICK.
IT'S SOMETHING CALLED BREAST CANCER,
BUT I'LL TRY TO FIX YOU - QUICK!
JOBEY SHOOK HIS HEAD AND CRIED,
"IT CAN'T BE - I'M A MAN!
HEY, ONLY WOMEN CAN GET THAT!
IT'S JUST NOT IN MY PLAN!"
"ANYONE CAN GET IT, SON.
I KNOW IT'S HARD TO SEE.
I'LL LET YOU IN ON SOMETHING, SON.
IT HAPPENED, YES, TO ME!"
WHEN DOCTOR PATTED JOBEY'S BACK
THE BEAR BEGAN TO SOB.
DOC SAID, "I'LL START YOUR TREATMENT NOW.
LET'S GET ON WITH THIS JOB."
SO, DOC PUT IN A POWER PORT
TUCKED UNDER JOBEY'S SKIN.
IT CAME IN VERY HANDY
WHEN THE CHEMO WAS PUT IN.
THE TREATMENT WAS NOT VERY HARD.
THE NURSES HELPED HIM THROUGH IT.
BUT SOON HIS HAIR BEGAN TO FALL.
HE HADN'T THOUGHT IT'D DO IT!
BUT FALL IT DID - IT'S JUST A FACT.
POOR JOBEY - WHAT A SCARE!
IT'S REALLY TERRIFYING WHEN
YOU'RE MOSTLY MADE OF HAIR.
JOBEY'S WIFE SOON HAD A THOUGHT!
"I'LL SEW SOME CLOTHES OF HAIR.
THAT WAY YOU CAN PUT ON A SUIT
AND YOU WON'T LOOK SO BARE!"
SHE MADE A HAT, SHE MADE A COAT,
SHE MADE A PAIR OF PANTS.
SHE EVEN MADE A PAIR OF BOOTS
AND GLOVES FOR BOTH HIS HANDS.
JOBEY JAY LOOKED PRETTY GOOD.
HIS FRIENDS WERE ALL SO HAPPY
THAT HE WAS FEELING BETTER NOW
AND LOOKING KINDA SNAPPY!
SOME ROUNDS OF CHEMO, HE HAD FIRST.
THEN SURGERY AND HEALING.
THEN CHEMO DONE A FEW MORE TIMES,
AND, FINALLY, BETTER FEELING!
DAYS AND WEEKS AND MONTHS WENT BY.
(IT TAKES A LOT OF TIME)
DAY AFTER DAY, OUR JOBEY JAY
BEGAN TO FEEL JUST FINE.
HIS HAIR GREW BACK,SO LONG AND LUSH,
HE NEVER LOOKED SO GOOD.
HIS HEALTH IS GREAT - AND HE'S ALIVE.
HE WON! (I KNEW HE WOULD).
I finally planted some annuals and some sunflower seeds. I had two packets of the 32inch variety to put in the front row, but I think I got gyped. One packet held nine seeds and the other had only 5. I also noticed that a few packets bought at a florist/garden center cost twice as much as buying them at Wal-Mart - and both were Burpee Seeds Brand. Hmmmm.
Lon took a quick picture of me holding my seeds, but I had to laugh at the pink shirt I was wearing. It says "FIGHT LIKE A GIRL" on the front and shows pink boxing gloves. I'd say that is good advice for women AND men, right, Max?
NOTE: YOU CAN SEE MY CELL PHONE IN MY RIGHT PANTS POCKET. NO MORE WEARING IT IN MY BRA!
GOD BLESS YOU ALL