Dear Kids,
John has two new kittens to make up for Poseidon’s untimely death. There’s Zelda, a female, who’s mostly white with pale hints of calico, and Spartacus, a male, who’s totally white. John said the big cats hate them (predictable) but the kittens have lots of fun playing together. They’ve already unrolled two rolls of toilet paper. Let’s see, if John gets two new kittens for every cat that dies, won’t he soon have dozens of cats?
Our kitties, meanwhile, are still obsessed with hunting. The other day Scout brought a mouse from the field to our back yard, and he let Tina and Sonia join in for the kill. They took turns whacking it. Three noses were pointed at it, and six ears. The mouse didn’t last very long. They just left it on the grass when it quit moving. Nobody wanted to eat it.
Our kitties are also helping me dig sprinkler trenches in the yard. They run through them to make sure they’re deep enough. All three of them chase each other, leaping out at the end of the line. My project is moving along really well. You’d think I’d have trouble digging, since I can barely walk, but if I’m digging I can stand in one place, which hardly hurts at all. Besides, I’m so excited to be outside, I don’t think much about my pain.
I had an appointment with an orthopedic doctor on Tuesday, and he took a good look at the x-rays that were taken a couple of weeks ago. He said we need to rule out the bad stuff first, and then consider other possibilities. With my history, he wondered about cancer first. He showed me a couple of dark places on the x-ray that could be suspicious. He also said I might have a stress fracture. I’m having a MRI on the 23rd so he can take a better look. Since I’m seeing my oncologist again in three weeks, I’m having a CT scan at the same time, so he can look at my lung and see if the “spot” has grown at all. Fun and games. Digging trenches in the yard and gluing sprinkler pipe is much more to my liking.
Love to all of you! I think of you all, and pray for all of you every day.
Mom
