Catching Up

Hi, sorry. You would think blogging would be easy ... but it's not. Every time I sit to write a bit something else comes up. Or a dog nudges my arm wanting a belly scratch. It's hard to type and belly scratch at the same time. I've tried.

I survived the hospital. That was two weeks ago now. I did have a platelet transfusion. It's a little less than a full blood transfusion but Chris was concerned because there's always a risk of getting some "bad blood" when they transfuse. I ended up with what they call a Six Pack of Platelets - meaning it's six different donors - only upping the changes someone has TB. But my girlfriend Jeannette calmed my fears by calling it the Holy Six Pack - she says only holy, happy, clean people donated for me! If only it was a six pack of Miller Light I'd be fine.

My Aunt and Godmother, Diane, my mom's second sister came from Florida for a week to help me. What a privilege to have her take a week off a work to tend to me. We talked about all sorts of things, solved some of the worlds problems (including how to run a hospital floor efficiently - we're convinced we can do it better). We laughed and watched TV, tried to go for lunch one day when I was home until I threw up in the car on the way there.

I didn't say a word, Aunt Di just went about the tasks of making sure both Chris and I were fed, the laundry was done, the dishes cleaned. I felt so loved and so enjoyed her company.

Plus, Di has always had a great sense of humor which came in great when we cleaned out the laundry area. Where else would you put the fur hunting cap with flaps ... but on your head.

Classic! Now that's a look!

If we can't have fun with Cancer - no one can!!

Thank you Aunt Diane. You were wonderful and I appreciate your help more than you can know!