The Miracle of the Shoes

The old adage of waiting for the other shoe to drop was one used by a bunch of us in an email support group years ago where, because of difficulties outside of our control, we seemed to get hit with crisis’s all too often without any warning.

In the last year or so I’ve been the beneficiary of quite a number of shoes. You’d think they would have to run out, or at least get to the slipper section over time, however with every shoe that drops, a new pair miraculously appears precariously positioned over my head, just high enough to give a good wallop when it too falls, and we are talking about good solid footwear.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Lemonade

So I was thinking, I’m really sick of lemonade. Life has not been very nice to me this year and I don’t think I need to find the good in it, right? I mean, lemonade may taste good for a glass or two. But squeezing all those lemons is the putts. The juice gets in your eyes and stings any cuts on your hands. Then you have all these squeezed out lemon halves to deal with along with all the sugar that’s got all over your counter top. Sometimes it is easier to say life sucks and that’s it!
Well, tomorrow is a big day. We head back up to UNC for some blood work, a bone scan, chest,abdomen and pelvis CT and a head MRI. But the fun part is we are going to have dinner with some friends from Ossining, NY whom we have not seen since 1991! It's great when we can cross paths with old friends!
Then we wait, at least until Thursday when we go back up to Chapel Hill to see my doctor and get the test results. These tests are important because they will show how well the treatment I've been on for the last 4 months are working. Best scenario: all bone mets have disappeared or at least remained in just the one spot and not gotten any bigger. Worst: more spots and in places other than the bone.
A glass of water anyone?
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