In The Infamous Words Of Rosana Rosana Dana, “It’s Always Something”

Last week didn’t start off on a  rosy note. I received a call from my oncologist’s office Monday morning telling me that I needed to go the emergency room, stat. They had found a pulmonary embolism in my lung on a routine  CT scan I’d had on Friday to evaluate the chemo/cancer progress. Not good, as I know many of you know from first hand experience. Scary and dangerous.   

Normally they would start a blood thinner immediately but due to my brain bleeds/tumors they needed a MRI before doing so. Even in the hospital system which operates their MRI machine 24/7 you have to wait for such things due to the high number of potential stroke victims presenting in the ER (I eventually got mine Tuesday at 2:30 am). I did get another scan to compare to Friday’s, and EKG as heart damage is common with this condition and an ultrasound of my legs. Each trip to radiology revealed more and more people lying on gurneys in the hall waiting for either an ER room or a hospital room admission.

Until the ultrasound results came back the docs and my oncology team were discussing alternate treatments as they thought blood thinners may prove to be too dangerous.  However the ultrasound indicated multiple DVTs in my legs so they admitted me and started a Heparin IV drip before the MRI results as the threat of additional blood clots breaking off and migrating to a much more dangerous area was a greater threat at the moment. I was admitted at 11:00 pm Monday, 12 hours after arriving at the ER, dripped until Wednesday evening at which time I was determined to have reached a “therapeutic” level of blood thinner. I was released and sent home with oral blood thinners which will be a permanent addition to my drug protocol. I was happy to relinquish my room to some poor soul still lying on a stretcher in a hallway somewhere .     

I was initially told that the clot could have caused heart damage due to the excess pressure it placed on the heart, but they seem to have determined that was not the case, thankfully. Once again, I owe a huge thank you to everyone here who has been soliciting the Good Lord on my behalf. I am truly grateful, thankful and blessed for your continuing prayers.

I will be meeting with my oncologist team this week, to review all test results and hopefully be cleared to resume my chemo therapy which was suspended due to the blood clot – although I’ll admit I don’t mind the respite.

So with last week’s sunset finally in the rearview mirror

although the atmosphere retains a degree of turbulence

      but the landscape is assuredly a bit rosier at the start of this new week.

(Rosa 'Tahitian Sunset')

That’s all the news from Lake Woebegone for now. I apologize for being out of the loop but at this point have neither the energy or desire to stay on top of all that is happening in the world at large. Thank you again for your loyal support, caring wishes and prayers.

Stay On the Road

…and follow the sun. Or is it the other way around?

Only the soulless would not wish to ramble down this road.

 

 

Unicorn Rainbow Sundaes

The summer version of “when I was kid I walked 8 miles uphill, both ways, through the snow to school.”

Today’s kids get unicorn rainbow sundaes.

Preferred Pronouns: they, them, theirs

Any questions?

 

By Morning’s Half Light

Good morning MOTI. Would you look at these lovelies that you sent me this week? The card read “The MOTI love you” – I love you back!

I mean, have you ever seen such beautiful orange roses in your life? I have not.

 

A brief medical update:  Chemo/immuno therapy will continue at least through August. New tests/scans/MRIs will be conducted sometime during the month to assess the impact. I remain fatigued, as the bone sucking barrage of cancer killing poisons being administered regularly suck energy and leave annoying side effects in its place. It’s nothing I can’t handle, it just leaves me lethargic and non-functional much of the time. PT sessions continue once a week with daily home exercises in an attempt to retrain my brain’s balance center which remains whacked. I’m making progress but remain in the “high risk of fall” category. This is hard for me as perfect balance used to be my one and only claim of athleticism. While it’s hard to just sit and wait, after running through my daily PT drill that’s pretty much all I’m able to do and frankly I’m grateful to be able to do that.

So we are hanging in there. Raj continues to be my rock, my dragon slayer, my cheerleader. He keeps me focused on the bright side of the road and so by morning’s half light we continue our journey.

Morning Mood, Rune Askeland

Once again I thank all of you for your unfailing love, good thoughts, cards, thoughtfulness, support and prayers. Have a peaceful week.

Born On This Day In 1939

Mavis Staples, the last surviving member of  The Staple Singers, an American gospel, soul, and R&B singing group. Roebuck "Pops" Staples (December 28, 1914 – December 19, 2000), the patriarch of the family, formed the group with his children Cleotha (April 11, 1934 – February 21, 2013),^[1] Pervis (November 18, 1935 – May 6, 2021), and Mavis (b. July 10, 1939). Yvonne (October 23, 1937 – April 10, 2018) replaced her brother when he was drafted into the U.S. Army, and again in 1970.

Inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame 1999

Happy 246th Birthday America: We Will Make You Great Again!

Like your favorite radio hosts I’m doing a “best of” today. Happy Birthday America!

From 2010: Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?

These founding documents were designed and declared with full knowledge of human nature and complete understanding of the soul’s tendencies. The result was the formation of a more perfect union which has stood the test of time in no small part due to the wisdom of these founders who crafted a near sacred separation of powers within the government they created.  Let us honor their courage, their genius and their foresight.

And for our part, let us be ever vigilant against those who would impinge on that greatness by opening the very gates that hold tyranny at bay.

From 2011: a pre-4th post from Camp David, Home For the Holiday: Feliz Quarto De Julio

Anyway, the long and short of it is Lady M decided to send me and Little Mo back to the Big White to weed and water the Big White Organic Garden of Versus in order to give our illegal Mexicans the rest of the Quarto de Julio weekend off.

From 2012:  Happy Birthday America! July 4, 2012 , in which we quote from Abraham Lincoln:

“The shepherd drives the wolf from the sheep’s throat, for which the sheep thanks the shepherd as a liberator, while the wolf denounces him for the same act as the destroyer of liberty, especially as the sheep was a black one.  Plainly the sheep and the wolf are not agreed upon a definition of the word liberty.”

Although I think we all know a “destroyer of liberty” when we see one.

annotated portrait courtesy of Cripes Suzette

And a  sort-of-recipe for some 4th of July s’mores that have been kicked up to notches unknown – something that I think PDJT will make America famous for again:

Warning: do not eat more than a baker’s dozen (one for each original state)

From 2013, As it Turns Out, We Were the Ones We’ve Been Waiting For, we have Paul Harvey’s video essay on the fate of the 56 men who believed liberty was so important that they pledged “…our lives, our fortune, our sacred honor” to ensure it.

From 2014, “A republic, Madam, if you can keep it” which includes an eerily prescient observation about Joan Rivers, may she rest in peace.

From 2015, Weiners on Parade, a tiny  BBQ for tiny hamsters (h/t Blonde Gator). Creeper, if you’re out there, it’s the perfect meal for your new little buddy.

And from last year’s The 4th of July in Neverland, we witness the result of top ranked universities dropping the requirement that history majors study U.S. history:

To counter that sad state of affairs I leave you with this, excerpted from Thomas Jefferson’s 1826 letter from Thomas Jefferson to Roger Chew Weightman on the 50th Anniversary of the signing of the Declaration of Independence. It reminds us what American Independence is really all about:

…our fellow citizens, after half a century of experience and prosperity, continue to approve the choice we made. may it be to the world, what I believe it will be, (to some parts sooner, to others later, but finally to all,) the Signal of arousing men to burst the chains, under which monkish ignorance and superstition had persuaded them to bind themselves, and to assume the blessings & security of self-government. that form which we have substituted, restores the free right to the unbounded exercise of reason and freedom of opinion. all eyes are opened, or opening, to the rights of man. the general spread of the light of science has already laid open to every view. the palpable truth, that the mass of mankind has not been born with saddles on their backs, nor a favored few booted and spurred, ready to ride them legitimately, by the grace of god. these are grounds of hope for others. for ourselves, let the annual return of this day .forever refresh our recollections of these rights, and an undiminished devotion to them…

So get those baked beans in the oven, the potato salad in the frig, the burgers, dogs and ribs on the grill and party like it’s 1776! We’re Making America Great Again. We intend to make Jefferson proud.

Happy Birthday America – Long May You Run!

Bumped and Updated from 7/4/2017

Something to Celebrate This Year

Thank you President Donald J. Trump for giving us a Supreme Court that is restoring the Constitution’s and Bill of Rights’ original intent.

Thank You VSPGPDJT

The Thomas/Alito/Trump Court

Attention John Roberts: Who’s your daddy?

Sunday, June 26, 2020

 

The untold want by life and land ne'er granted,

Now voyager sail thou forth to seek and find. – Walt Whitman

 

       Not a bad week, all told.