Strange, the way time
moves sometimes. The days have all sort
of run together into an endless cycle of cold wakefulness and sleeping. I haven’t been warm in months it seems,
though I am properly dressed for the cold.
We have been keeping busy with movies; we have been to see
The Hobbit eight times and we have been watching a lot of DVD’s and television. Apparently this is our answer to winter
dreariness. The never ending battle to
be warm seldom sees a victory. And of
course we have challenged ourselves to a diet at a time when instinct says to
eat and don’t stop. Don is doing very
well with his running; I am a dismal failure at walking. I really do need to motivate myself (as
always).
I wonder what’s in store for me when I go to see Dr Kahn
next week. He is my medical oncologist;
I have to say that if all he does is ask me how I am doing and then tells me to
come back in six months, I will be a little put out. If that’s all there is to it, we could do
that by phone or by mail and save us both the time and bother. After all, it is very difficult to get an
appointment to see him; why take up precious time with something that could be
handled in a time saving manor? Oh well,
it probably will go just the way I suspect and really the reason I am a little
out of sorts about it is because I know there is no new cancer to worry
about. I am having none of that! The whole thing with seeing all three of my
doctors for cancer check-ups just makes me squirm. It feels like I am asking for something to be
there by checking all of the time. Ah
well, enough of that.
There really isn’t anything else to cover at the moment so I’ll
go for now.
There is always hope.
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