Monday, August 20, 2018

Sunrise






Since returning to work in early June, I've not been able to sleep until ten like I want been getting up around 5:45 a.m. each day.  5:45 in the summer time is not nearly as bad as 5:45 in the winter, when it's dark and depressing and Mother Nature is giving a very clear sign that we're supposed to be asleep, because:  DARK. 




It doesn't seem so harsh, 5:45 that is, when I can glance out the back door and see the sun and her stunning colors letting everyone know it's officially daylight.







Although I'd still like to sleep until about ten I'd usually prefer to stay in bed a bit longer, there's just something a little bit energizing and rewarding about having the sun to greet you first thing.




I hope your week is full of sunshine.




Monday, August 6, 2018

Habits







Today for the first time in a very long time, I went for a jog.

And I sat down to this blog.








Last year was one of chaos for me.  

Last summer, my father went in for a routine surgery that turned into something he's still dealing with today, namely a nightmare.  My sisters, my mother and I lived at the various  hospitals and nursing homes he meandered into and out of.  We didn't know if he'd make it.

Then, in the midst of all this, I came down with what I came down with, namely cancer--but the "best" kind. 

Other major life changes happened last year, but I tell you all that to say this:  I neglected jogging and blogging for a long time.  Way too long.





I confess that I hate jogging, but by forcing myself to do it--however minimally--each week I could eat and drink whatever I wanted, seemingly, and everything balanced out.  (Where everything equals the scales, my health, how I felt, etc.)

Back when I blogged regularly, my children were still in school, and each evening the way I unwound was to sit at my desk and spew forth whatever happened to be on my mind. It was my mental exercise.

The past year's events wreaked havoc on my jogging and my blogging, two things I used to force myself to do whether I felt like it or not.




Since returning to work from coping with Hodgkins lymphoma, I now have Mondays off.  Today for the first time since 1982 2017, I walked--WALKED--six miles.  I used to jog six miles several times a week back before these major life events happened.

I'm out of shape physically and mentally bloggily (just invented the word), but I shall make jogging and blogging regular habits again.

Happy August.


Saturday, June 16, 2018

Still Here




In spite of all outward appearances, this blog has been picked clean by turkey buzzards who circled over its dead carcass for months. is not yet dead--nor am I!  (Click for sound of applause.)


After many months of wearing a bath robe all day resting and focusing on getting better, I finally am.






As of this moment in time, my scans have all come back clear of Hodgkins lymphoma, and if all goes well/clear for the next two years, I am pretty much good to go--at least on the lymphoma front. One of the unintentional benefits of doing so many scans is you discover things you didn't know you had, such as an ascending aortic aneurysm.  For now, nobody seems to be concerned about that, so I'm pretending like I don't need to be either.  I've definitely sharpened my denial skills in the past year, that's for sure.

In addition, I gained weight and lost hair, sadly. But I can work on losing the weight and finding the hair.  Actually, it doesn't sound very good to find hair, so let's say that the hair will grow back instead.  There.  Better.

Although I've been away from this blog for a while, lots has happened.  For example:
  • In the spring of this year, this dead blog turned ten years old!
  • My son graduated from UVA and is now living in Costa Rica working for Global Leadership Adventures as a camp counselor of sorts.  
  • My second child completed the second year of architecture school at UVA with good grades.
  • My father, although weak, is back to cutting grass and chopping wood and conducting perimeter checks of Waverly Lane on his golf cart. All good.
  • My mother, not without some health scares of her own, has had good test results lately.
  • I am back to work four days a week but squeezed in an End of Chemo Celebration Trip to Moab, Utah, with my blog friend Lauren.  We went on a jet boat tour of the Colorado River, went on a slickrock jeep tour, ziplined, and toured Arches National Park as well as Dead Horse State Park.  I highly recommend a trip to Moab for an unforgettable experience.
My intention is to return to blogging somewhat regularly, but it all hinges on my home internet working properly.  My internet is free of charge thanks to a deal my parents worked out with a local provider who put a tower behind their barn.  It's been spotty service at best here lately.  But assuming I have time to take pictures and my internet is up and running I hope to get back into a routine of some sort here on this crusty old blog.  

In the meantime, thank you for reading.




Sunday, February 4, 2018

Checking In









These first three pictures of farm-raised oysters were taken around Thanksgiving, which coincidentally is about the last time I've posted to this blog.






I've been focusing on getting better and surviving chemo treatments.  So far, I've completed eight of the twelve which are necessary. My interim PET scan, which shows the size and locations of the various tumors present thanks to my Hodgkins lymphoma, came back clear after treatment number four, which is great news.  (I still have to complete the full twelve rounds of chemo though.)









In the mean time, I've taken off work, because between the commute and the brutality stress and length of the workday, I was just too exhausted and couldn't handle trying to get better and maintaining my normal routine.  So I am officially on leave until I feel better enough to return, and I'm very grateful for that.

Otherwise, I've just been taking life one day at a time.








We had a few snow episodes in January and endured some pretty brutal temperatures.









The other day, some swans came up the creek and into my cove.  I can't recall ever seeing swans in the creek or the cove, so it was a special treat.









They're much bigger than you think.  







These few unrelated pictures are all I've snapped in the past several months, mostly because it's been so brutally cold and I've been so brutally tired I've just not mustered the energy to go out and snap. 

Hopefully that will change.

I hope all is well in your world.  Happy Belated New Year & 2018.