OK…I’m going to try this. It’s been so long since I posted anything that I’m curious about my ability to write a cohesive post. I thought I’d just start with a topic, but then I decided that playing catch-up was probably in order for my few faithful readers. So for today, let me nutshell this last hiatus and then next time I can just start blabbering.
The book I bragged about is still in my head. A decent amount ended up on paper but I let myself get tangled in a big messy knot after talking with an old comedian friend about writing the book. He’s written a few and suggested a book for me to read about writing a book. For future reference this is what one does (or what I do) when one feels insecure about a new thing. So I bought the book and began to read. Big mistake! Both he and the alleged instructional book suggested within the first few pages that “book characters have way more sex than you have in real life.” Neither my old acquaintance nor the recommended book have any concept of the whole lymphoma thing, a stem cell transplant or any life altering events that are attached. We’ve had way more puke that you have in real life, which is hardly a good parallel worth expanding upon! The book fell to the wayside as did the old comedian who was going to call me every week to cheerlead but stopped after the initial “RAH”. For future reference, the book is not dead just in an induced coma for now.
Then there was the broken foot that happened on the job, which lead to my surprise phone call from the employer suggesting we “separate” during my recovery. That phone call from him lead to a phone call by me to a lawyer who then requested that I refrain from any comments in written form about said employer, accident, injury or anything that I might think was funny. I learned that you can be let go from a job while out on Workers Comp, so allow me to suggest that you write that down as something to be remembered in your life. NO one I know thought it was legal. Unfortunately, the only thing my silence earned me was a foot that was semi-healed “as good as it would get at my age.” Which, by the way, is only worth $9000 in settlement money. So if you’re gonna break something at work, do it before you hit your 60’s! After that, the settlement is short lived and the limp is forever.
During the time I was unable to walk, Steven and I finally came to grips with the fact that our house was way too much for either of us to handle alone. I have been struggling for years during his down times and chemo with upkeep, barely keeping the dust from overtaking the overflowing laundry basket. Unfortunately the stem cell transplant left him with way less stamina than ever before and he couldn’t pick up the slack at all. So we finally had that tough conversation about selling the house and finding a more manageable situation. Being the stubborn designer that I am, I fought him tooth and nail on it at first. That house finally had my artistic touch on two incredibly designed spa bathrooms of my dreams and I’d been waiting for 20 years to start on the blank canvas known as the kitchen. But now with no design center connections and no real job on the horizon for gimpy old me, Steven finally convinced me that the project needed to be turned over to someone willing to dump a pile of cash into the place and unfortunately that just was not US. Hobbling in to interviews like Grandpappy Amos (Google it pre-Baby Boomers) did not net me a job so it was time to sell.
Again I was requested to keep my fingers off the keyboard and my pie hole shut as we went through the selling process. To further add insult to injury, I began the long, hard, emotional task of going through all our earthly possessions and weeding out the things would we would NOT be able to take with us to our new smaller abode. We found a lovely luxury apartment in Orlando, meaning we were giving up our beach life. Steven was smart enough to know that THE ONE AND ONLY THING that would make me go peacefully was finding a place less than 8 miles from Alexis’s house. And on February 23, 2017 just two weeks shy of 20 years in that house, we loaded up the truck and moved to the big city.
So we have a new life. We also have a new family member. We decided that we missed having a canine daughter and since we were moving, why not get one to make sure we had any house breaking worked out on the old carpet. No judgements, please. They buyer was planning on ripping out the carpets and his realtor was such a bitch that is was the small amount of pleasure necessary to get me through it. Besides, The Unsinkable Molly Brown-Dog was a 2 year old rescue who came house broken and a little psychotic, so she fits in just great. You can check her out on Face Book to get a taste of her antics, but for the most part she’s exactly what we both needed to add that extra zip into our lives.
I know I’ll have to pick up a little part time work after the summer, because Pie-Chart Boy is back on the job and he’s got our fixed income budget worked out for the next 10 years. It’s the one part of Steven that I just don’t get. I’m not an analytical maniac like he is, so even though I’m a fan of a good spread sheet, he takes it past plain spread sheets to pie charts, graphs and color coded itemized formula inserts. But that keeps him busy as he studies Fox Business News daily and investing our house sale profits to allow me to stay out of the workplace. All the while I get to babysit Lil’ G several times a week and hang with Alexis and him on her days off. We now do those Mother / Daughter things we were never near enough to do. We grocery shop together, do lunches, pedicures, coffee clatches, walk the malls and generally just yuck it up while we both watch Lil’ G grow. It’s FUCKING AWESOME!
And since we have no back yard, but a beautiful campus here at the luxury complex, Steven is never alone and never left to sleep away the day thanks to the very playful Molly Min-Pin.
All in all life is great. Except for this one thing. Steven’s labs in March showed a rising in his LDH blood test. This last test in late June show them up even more. According to Dr. Sprawls, the levels are still in a normal range “FOR STEVEN.” However we’ve been down this road before. If you are lucky enough to be unaware of this particular blood test – here you go:
An elevated level of LD may be seen with:
Hemolytic anemia – NOT
Pernicious anemia – NOT
Infections such as infectious mononucleosis (mono), meningitis, encephalitis, HIV – ABSOLUTELY NOT OR I’D BE OOZING SOMETHING, TOO
Sepsis – DEFINITELY NOT
Intestinal and lung (pulmonary) infarction – NOPE
Acute kidney disease – UH…NO
Acute liver disease – HOW HIS LIVER EVEN WORKS IS A MIRACLE, BUT NO
Acute muscle injury – POSSIBLE, MOVING, LIFTING & FALLING ON HIS ASS A BAZILLION TIMES HAVE BEATEN HIM UP PRETTY GOOD
Pancreatitis – NOPE
Bone fractures – NOTHING BROKEN
Testicular cancer – TESTICLES HANG LOW BUT NO CANCER
LYMPHOMA or other cancers – →HERE WE GO!←
And so I’m back! A word to the wise. Don’t try to tell us not to jump to conclusions. We well know that this could be nothing. It also could be something. But we both know that when we try to keep our heads up our asses we don’t like the smell. So Steven is facing this head on, ass free and I am too. And while we wait for next quarter’s blood tests we’re enjoying no lawns to keep, handymen that run to us to fix every burnt out light bulb and my favorite neighbors who are only 8 miles away. For whatever reason, I’m glad to be back!