This Wednesday my insurance stops paying for my nursing facility and PT.
I am still unable to walk without a walker, and going home is problematic.
Fortunately, my lovely Sister stepped up and I am scheduled to be moved to another home, on her dime.
Hopefully, my rehab will continue and I will soon be walking.
Unfortunately, Judy is having financial difficulties involving both our house and car. She has returned to work, but lost many clients due to her long absence.
Any help would be appreciated.
When it rains, it pours.
I’ve wasted a lot of time in a hospital, and finally have been transferred a skilled nursing facility.
They are working on the to increase my strength with daily PT. The goal is to get me strong enough to live at home independently, and ultimately strong enough to survive the next course of Chemotherapy.
Who knows how long this will take?
I am weak, and think of you all every day.
And I miss my blog routine.
But, one thing at a time.
My thanks to you you all for continuing to come back here. I appreciate your support.
We’ve all wondered that, haven’t we? (especially after listening to ♫My Fair Lady♫?!)
Seriously, on a more earthly fashion, there are differences.
Witness THIS maker of equality…
While I have known a number of woman who have demonstrated their proclivity to ‘void’ in the wildness,
this device seems to take it up a notch!
How do I know about such a device? Knowledgeable women have shared such info with me.
And now, with age and infirmity, sometimes, I’ve a need for such a device! 😦
(fortunately, the come in pink, lavender, and – for the girl/guy on the go – KHAKI !)
(PS – I get NOTHING. FTC, go away!)
Well, I’ve broken on through – the first of four chemo sessions (with week three OFF), session one ostensibly the worst! Or at least the longest…
0730 to 0430 yesterday (Tuesday).
Two different flavors, plus the anti-nausea meds (which had the worst of the side-effects thus far!)
We’ll see what’s in store NEXT Tuesday…
Meanwhile, I’m experiencing light nausea – and my meds are downstairs. (Be prepare
Oh well, live and learn…
I sometimes get frustrated with the ‘stuff of life’. I’m disabled, on a small disability income, my 15-year old Oldsmobile is more or less parked for lack of funds for needed repairs, and with my disabilities regarding walking, standing or even sitting it is sometimes difficult or painful. And a little less than two years ago I lost my home of 18 years.
Yes, sometimes I whine about other stuff, too.
BUT, I try to keep a stiff upper lip. And keep chipping away at those things that I can do something about.
My stand-alone desktop computer has been waylayed for a little over a month. For most folks having their home computer not functioning correctly is an annoyance, but in the grand scheme of things it’s not that big a deal.
BUT, not being very ambulatory, and now even less mobile, it became readily apparent my computer is a window to the outside world. My email, and 3-year-old blog being it’s primary functions. I can talk back to the TV, but it rarely responds.
FORTUNATELY, my roommate J loaned me an old laptop she wasn’t using for me to keep up with the day’s events and continue to publish my blog (such as it is) daily, as I’ve done since March 6, 2011.
For this I am forever grateful.
Being less-than-competent with regard to computer/Internet stuff, I’ve not been able to diagnose the problem with my computer, determine if it was even repairable, or what the cost might be.
J left town to visit her daughter and become a tourist for the holiday weekend, and I’m left as the dog wrangler again. This is okay, because I love the dogs (and the cat – more or less) and it gives me more time to try to move files to the laptop and play at fixing my old computer.
I DID IT!
Somehow, something inadvertently changed a couple of settings (not me!) – I changed them back (with about 100 missteps in the interim) and now the computer connects to the Internet, again!!
I’m using my original machine to write this!
This may not be watching a rose bloom, or being in love, or a new car, but DAMN I’m pleased!
Time will tell.
No, this is NOT a review of the TV show.
(I am not a regular viewer, nor a fan.)
It’s basically a send-up of the STAR TREK universe, with funny jokes and social commentary.
But the last episode (Majority Rule) was a cutting indictment of social media (Facebook, Democracy, anyone?)
The explorers visit a society wherein everyone at age eighteen they get a mandatory badge, containing a green up arrow and a red down one.
Any passers-by may choose to press one – or not.
Too many RED (usually do to some social faux paux) eventually gets one ‘reprogrammed’ (essentially lobatomized) . Escapees are killed.
Think Shirley Jackson’s The Lottery .
I unfortunately have friends who think The Electoral College should be eliminated in favor of Majority Vote. Resulting in a Ca./Ny national policy and leadership, undoubtedly.
Not only so they not understand history or The Constitution.
I would like them to watch this episode.
(Okay, you may now press my button.)
So, I scheduled to begin chemotherapy today. In a rather convoluted manner.
My oncologist applied for assistance, which meant Day 1, Friday was covered. I had to pay /day 2 – next Friday.
Week three was a week off!
And there was the Fourth Friday, which was covered again by insurance.
Then I was fully covered though the end of the year!
Obviously, I’m changing insurance next year for a lower catastrophic deductable!
The fly in the ointment? We’ve nor yet heard back from the assistance!
So were postponed until Tuesday!
It’s always something…
(Operation Pastorius – Wikipedia)
After the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor on 7 December 1941, followed by Nazi Germany’s declaration of war on the United States four days later (and the United States’ declaration of war on Germany in response), Hitler authorized a mission to sabotage the American war effort and to make terrorist attacks on civilian targets to demoralize the American civilian population inside the United States. The mission was headed by Admiral Canaris, chief of the German Abwehr. Canaris recalled that during World War I, he organized the sabotage of French installations in Morocco, and entered the United States with other German agents to plant bombs in New York arms factories, including the destruction of munitions supplies at Black Tom Island, in 1916. He hoped that Operation Pastorius would have the same kind of success they had in 1916.
I remember my Father telling me what little he knew, in guarded terms of the events. He had been deferred to to asthma and flat feet, but was anxious to somehow to serve. Little did he know what was to befall him.
Meanwhile, one of the potential saboteurs betrayed the others, and they all were arrested , tried and convicted. My father (and his father) were then civilian police for the New York, New Haven and Hartford Railroad, and were commandeered as private ‘volunteered’ to transport prisoners through the Easter United States. This was all Top Secret, was all kept secret until the 60’s. Much of what my Father shared with me he thought remained with so, as he was unaware of the earlier declassification!
He was given no official title or rank, and was not paid – the RR paid him.
I will not hon0r these men by linking their names with their photos.
The trial for the eight defendants ended on 1 August 1942. Two days later, all were found guilty and sentenced to death. Roosevelt commuted Burger’s sentence to life in prison and Dasch’s to 30 years because they had turned themselves in and provided information about the others. The others were executed on 8 August 1942 in the electric chair on the third floor of the District of Columbia jail and buried in a potter’s field in the Blue Plains neighborhood in the Anacostia area of Washington.
And was told never to speak of this…
This irked me my entire childhood – friends whose fathers who served in the Pacific Theater, the Atlantic, and my Dad had flat feet!
What did you do in the War Daddy?
What little did I know…
I was always proud of my father – more proud today.
(In no way do so I resemble Ms. Kahn or Lilly Von Stupp!)
But onging medications. weight loss, muscle mass and poor eating (cancer stops the taste buds from working correctly.
And this is only the beginning!
Please keep a good thought.
And think of the late Ms. Kahn, not I.
I returned from the oncologist yesterday with more specificity.
I have been diagnosed with Diffuse Large B Cell Lymphoma, double hit phenotype which is considered a more aggressive type.
This differs from the Diffuse Large B Cell Lymphoma which I contracted in 2010.
And the the treatment, while still outpatient, will be more rigorous.
Chemotherapy Treatment may begin as soon as next week, which means which means I may miss a few more keyboard days.
Please keep me in your thoughts, if that’s what you do.