Dog E Howser, MD ( with apologies to Doogie Houser MD)

So in the continuing saga of Zush being under the weather, I had an assignment from the vet.

I had to get a urine sample from her.

Jeez.

I had surrendered enough of me through all my cancers and stuff, and now here I am, Zush mom, and I am going after her with a ziplock bag to catch pee.I had no problems doing it, as anyone who knows my relationship with my girls, especially Zush, well, I would do anything with them. To top things off, the vet tech had said on the phone that if I couldn’t get a specimen, don’t let her pee before she gets into the office and they would get it from her.

HAH! No one is going to insert anything into my Zush to give her any discomfort. I had faith that I could get the sample. Indeed, I did.

Keep the good mojo and prayers going, please. I will post tomorrow on diagnosis.

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Labor Day

I was blessed for thirty years to work in a job that had a union.

Sure, when you are a kid out of college, you have only what you studied in history and political science classes to supply your basic knowledge, but once you are in the position, what an education you get with it. You learned what previous workers fought for and won for you . The health benefits my Union fought for and won are the reason I won my most serious battle with cancer in the fall of 1993-1994.

Tomorrow is Labor Day. For me it’ll be a day of being thankful for being a lifelong Union member.

  

Life’s Short

The joke is where we have moved to, well, let’s just say I’m one of the youngest people here, full-time wise.

A good percentage of the residents come down for the summer, or part of it. A neighbor of our that we would have lived immediately next to, if we bought the first house, lives in Collegeville. He has been coming down here for ten years or so. He is married and has two adopted and one biological tumor.His age is somewhere between mine(55) and Jim’s(60).

He came down here over the weekend with one of our neighbors and his family.

He wants to die here at his house here.

He has a mid-brain tumor.

For those of you who know me personally, or have been reading the blog for a while, you’ll recall I lost my niece, Alexandra, to a mid-brain tumor.She died at 18.

What flashbacks this has brought back to me, my neighbor’s illness.A brain tumor is definitely NOT how you want to go out. It is a fight, a hard fight.

My neighbor and I were walking past his house and one of the neighbors came out and said he isn’t expected to last the night: hospice is there with them.

We mourn the man, but rejoice that his suffering will be done. I am happy he actually hung in through the car ride to get down here, but I know this was his final wish.

Kiss or hug someone you know after you read this. Do it for me.

Life is too damn short.

Ow..

…posting a wee bit early because I am heading off to urgent care in a little bit.

Sometime yesterday afternoon, I did something to my right hand. I don’t know if it is something that happened all of a sudden, or as my buddy Kate asked, “was it due to trauma?”, or what.I have an issue with a few of my fingers and tendons so I really have to get this taken care of.

When I was between my first and second cancer, I had been tested for carpal tunnel, and was told that I scored off the chart.That was taken care of by no surgery but by chiropractic visits and b-1 bomber vitamins, which was a type of complex vitamins. My theory at the time was my right hand is my money hand. I am right-handed, so it would have to be something really pressing to get me to go that route.Hopefully, the trip today will calm this hand down, and if I have to be off the Mac Book Pro and/or Iphone for a bit to quiet the hand down, so be it.

**Fingers crossed**

Here we go again

I have a buddy here at Undisclosed.

Oh yeah…shocker. I have a buddy.

Well, I do have a few, but this one is a fellow cancer survivor, for now. She is once again dealing with the ugly beast beating at her door.

Her cancer is back, but this time with a vengeance.

Her breast cancer has spread to her spine.There aren’t too many folks around here who understand what folks who have cancer feel, which is what drew the both of us together.Now that it is back, while I am here full-time, she has to start daily radiation and chemo. I told her that since I am not working, if she’s around, and wants company, to text me and I’d go over and keep her company.

I have learned not to promise someone with cancer that there is tomorrow, because there may not be. I can help them with their journey as folks have helped me. Fortunately I have, for now, made it through.But even for us who have “made it through”, no one gets a guarantee.

All I can do is to pray for her and be a friend. It’s a scary time, and no one should go it alone.

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Trying to put a spin on the negative

We just came from the street we used to live on to pay a sick call to one friend’s Dad and a sympathy call on another friend who lost her 47-year-old daughter to cancer Thanksgiving eve.

Jim says to me .”Everyone’s dying.”
Me:” We’re still here.’

Kasia and Zush in the back of the car coming back and Kasia starts:” Barkbarkbarkbark.”
Me: “I grabbed her leash and told her we all have a right to walk the sidewalk.”
She stopped.

Jim and I had talked about how we loved living on that street and how it became a street where everyone was moving, sick, or dying.We said where we are moving is a different spot, where people are like us going through or having gone through what we have.We tend to socialize there more than we do here.

I am praying for an upturn.

Fighter

I went to make a sick call for Church tonight and stopped at a former neighbors while I was in the area.

I heard her call,” Come in.” and did, only to see her crying.

My good friend lost her 47-year-old daughter to cancer. She passed away today.

I immediately thought back to my niece, Sandy, who passed away at 18 to a mid brain tumor. Jeanne passed away today from metastatic breast cancer at the age of 47. She left behind her mom, 2 brothers, 2 sisters, husband, and two children, 10 and 8 years old.

Jeanne fought the good fight and gave it her all, but as I say a lot: cancer is a very mean disease.

Heaven needed another angel.
Rest in peace, Jeanne.