Tuesday, July 20, 2010

SMOOSH

Who invented the mammogram?  It had to have been a man - no women would inflict that torture on another woman.  Why do we suffer?  Why the pain?  Why is it necessary?  It saves lives!

I have a friend who has had 2 mastectomies. She is the same, outwardly, physically.  For the most part, she is the same emotionally.  What has she been through?  Only she can tell you that.  I have just seen a very brave person go through a personal hell, and survive.  Her husband is supportive and protective.  Their marriage goes on, much in the same way it has for the last 40 years.  Could I have been so brave?  I like to think so, but you never know how you will respond until you go through something.  She's a hero, but she'd be the first to deny it.  I am so proud of her.

My young friend, Mock, got out of the hospital today.  I picked him up and took him home.  He was all ready to do laundry and go back to work tomorrow.  I suggested he take another day off, and do laundry tomorrow, a little at a time.  He text me later and said after his shower, he decided to follow my advice.  He was wiped out.  (Sometimes I do know something).

The other Sheila is doing better.  She has worked her way up to liquids for meals, instead of the IVs, so she's progressing.  She probably won't be let loose until Thursday or Friday, so I offered to take her home.  She said she'd let me know if her husband couldn't take her.  We'll see.

Also heard from another friend, Cloe, that wants to do dinner on Thursday night.  Sheila in Clearwater, and Cloe in Tampa.  I think that would be easy to get to both friends on the same day.  I hope that works out.  I have great friends and I'm always excited to see them.

Ween's eyes are getting droopy and she needs to go to bed.  Since we sleep together, she wants to stay up until I get ready, but she's too sleepy.  I call her my "undercover dog" because she always burrows under the covers and sleeps until she get too hot, then she wiggles around and comes back out to her pillow and sleeps until she get too cold and then repeats the process again.  (She's gone for the evening).

It's late.  I'm all alone; typing and listening to tv at the same time.  Multi-tasking has always been one of my strong suits.  Where was I again; Oh yeah...

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