Monday, May 02, 2005
May 2nd. Spring in bloom and trees here in Atlanta are trying to have sex with me, showering me with their yellowy pine pollen. They are whispering in the spring wind, "Come my darling, you do not need to breathe. Come bury yourself in my roots, we will be so happy together". Somehow they are using the same voice as the vamphire Lestat.
Hackles rise, I know this siren song from childhood -- come be lost in the forest like Hansel and Gretel. However, I have always known that there is the witch down at the end of the road that is going to try to put me into her oven. Eeeek. I will stay in the air conditioned house and just watch my old lady legs swell up from these allergies. I can't walk, I waddle. My legs are HUGE. Why can't I just get a runny nose like everybody else who has allergies?
Why does my histamine reaction have to be edema? I have put on 15 pounds of fluid in my legs. I know because I bought a new scale last Friday. I am keeping it in the kitchen as a reminder when I go in there for that bowl of ice cream.
My older sister called me yesterday to recount her recent experiences with cancer, too. We are five women, sisters. Four of us have had our gallbladders out. Three of us have had uterine cancer. One has had renal cancer. The gene pool is not looking so lucky for us vs. cancer. But the good news is -- if we are going to have to have cancer uterine cancer is the one to have. It is curable.
Judy has not worked with an onconologist before, so she wanted to get some preparation - vocabulary, what to ask, what to expect, what radiation therapy or chemo really means and what she needs to work out with the doctor to keep the symptoms down. She should be getting staging information from her surgery today also. I hope the news is as good as mine was (IIB).
Hackles rise, I know this siren song from childhood -- come be lost in the forest like Hansel and Gretel. However, I have always known that there is the witch down at the end of the road that is going to try to put me into her oven. Eeeek. I will stay in the air conditioned house and just watch my old lady legs swell up from these allergies. I can't walk, I waddle. My legs are HUGE. Why can't I just get a runny nose like everybody else who has allergies?
Why does my histamine reaction have to be edema? I have put on 15 pounds of fluid in my legs. I know because I bought a new scale last Friday. I am keeping it in the kitchen as a reminder when I go in there for that bowl of ice cream.
My older sister called me yesterday to recount her recent experiences with cancer, too. We are five women, sisters. Four of us have had our gallbladders out. Three of us have had uterine cancer. One has had renal cancer. The gene pool is not looking so lucky for us vs. cancer. But the good news is -- if we are going to have to have cancer uterine cancer is the one to have. It is curable.
Judy has not worked with an onconologist before, so she wanted to get some preparation - vocabulary, what to ask, what to expect, what radiation therapy or chemo really means and what she needs to work out with the doctor to keep the symptoms down. She should be getting staging information from her surgery today also. I hope the news is as good as mine was (IIB).
# posted by Dornar @ 9:39 PM 
