Here I am again. It’s December 2018 and this time i’m really, that’s capital really going to use this blog. I’m thrilled that I can dictate, and I’m going to tell stories and I’m going to create a personality that makes people want to read this blog.
Well, several years later -here I am again. Hopefully this time I can be Productive. I’d really like to use this as a blog, as the story of my life, and as something other people might be interested in.
The first time she saw the time-traveling ice-skating vampires from outer space, Katie just laughed. The big fuzzy heads of red hair looked more like broom bristles and their fangs hung down either side of the mouths like icicles from a juicy dripping cavern. Later Katie couldn’t remember seeing eyes, or what they were wearing, or if they were all carrying ice-skates, but those pearly grey fangs with slivery gleaming silver lines were burned into her vision like never-ending flashes of burning light.
It was a perfectly ordinary morning on Marco Island. A little cool for January, but warmer than snowy, icy New Jersey and sunny enough to encourage runners, dog walkers and bicyclers to crowd the boulevard and create the usual tourist season hazard. Which is why Katie saw the time-traveling, ice-skating vampires from outer space – they were actually walking on the sidewalk, out of the line of traffic fire and very clearly obedient to safety concerns.
Katie stared for a moment then realized that standing in the middle of the street looking at nothing was not going to do anything for her nor for the aliens. she clutched her packages tightly and turned toward the car, trying not to look as though she were hurrying. After all, she didn’t know if she had attracted their attention. And somehow she wasn’t entirely certain of their corporeality.
Tonight we had our first real differemce of opinion between Noah and Toby. A real fight. I didn’t see who started it but it looked like Toby was holding his own. I had to put Toby in his pen immediately – it was the only way to separate them. So we will see what comes next !
I didn’t expect to use this as a cancer blog but I find that that is just what I need. I have completed all of my formal treatment and am now pretty much in the followup mode. I am having some problems with the aromatase inhibitor drugs and I have real concerns. What if I can’t tolerate any of them. What do I do? Just follow an anti-estrogenic diet? Like that wil really be possible! And what I am feeling is that now that the formal part is over I am kind 0f out there flying blind in the wind. While the oncologist answers if I call, he is not nearly as responsive and caring as he was when my treatment was at its height. And I feel that these aftercare issues are equally if not more serious in terms of survival. And I find myself hesitating to call or contact him because his response is lackluster at best.
Now I am desperately looking for funding to finish up the medical coding courses. I am almost finished with the Medical Terminology course and I will be ready for the next by the end of this week. And of course this is the time that the enants, even the best one, are not paying their rent. I am not even going to be able to pay the mortgages on time this month. Well, I have come through worse and I suppose I will think of something for this as well. I wonder what I can write about that would make this less of a diary and more of a blog that someone might read.