Days Thirty-five through Thirty Seven

Day Thirty-five – Thursday

A day – normal – spent watching TV and doing some housework. I revel in its normalness. I know these days may be few and far between soon, so I look forward to them.

Except for one minor disappointment, the day was great. The jewelry store where I put my jewelry up for consignment called and asked that I pick up my things. It seems my jewelry is not a good fit for their store, even though they sold two pieces in 3 months. Oh well, time to find a new place. I’m sure this year a lot of my friends and family will be receiving some of these pieces as birthday presents. They deserve to be worn, not just hidden in a box.

Day Thirty-six – Friday

I started off my day with a visit to the Cancer Support Group called Winning Together. I like these women. All of them are in various stages of cancer from newly diagnosed to long time survivors and they are honest. Some cry, some laugh, some are scared, and all are courageous. I think I will make this a part of my Fridays for a while.

Randy did a very hard thing today. He quit working for his friend so that he could be closer to me when I need him. We had bantered about this for weeks and finally he called his former employer. Randy was honest with his former employer about my condition and this gentleman said “You will always have a home with us.” It eased both of our minds and made it possible for Randy to stop working for his long time friend. Randy has his own brand of courage. I depend on his strength and courage now, well every day, but now more than ever.

Day Thirty-seven – Saturday

We watched the football games and had dinner with wonderful friends. We are waiting for the visit to the Oncologist on Monday to see what other great things are in my immediate future. Argh. Randy and I don’t talk about it much, we kind of let each step unfurl, deal with it, and then move on to the next step.

I haven’t said anything about my hand since it happened. It’s healing nicely, still hurts and is bruised. I get my stitches out on Monday. It’s beginning to itch. The story of how I did it gets laughs. When Randy and I were making breakfast this morning, I was peeling potatoes. Randy took the knife from me and finished the job saying I should be careful around sharp objects. Knowing that I had cut up many things since it happened because he was not there gave me a chuckle, but I didn’t argue with him. I just let him take care of me.

It was a good day.