Our soup dinner last night was wild and crazy, like most of our get-togethers. And lots of fun. After we all ate, the girls and I watched the women’s session of conference on the TV by the kitchen, while Dad and Tom and Bevan supervised the boys playing upstairs. At one point I heard thumping and bumping and banging up there, so I climbed the stairs to see what was going on. Funny thing, as soon as I got up there, everything was as quiet as a mouse. Dad and Tom and Bevan said nothing at all had been going on. I must have been hearing things.
I’m looking forward to the rest of conference today. So far, I liked President Oaks’s talk the best. Don’t you love it how plain he is?
Five weeks in, our college kids all seem to be doing fine. Julie is actually getting college credit for doing sound effects for video games and animations. How cool is that! Sharon has learned how to take “vitals,” and she’s been checked off on her skills. So if you want your blood pressure taken for free, just wait till Sharon comes again. I don’t know how Adelaide is doing, because I forgot to ask Nora. I’ll give an update next week. Jacob is doing fine with his classes. He’s taking general stuff: psychology, humanities, even accounting. He says when he learns accounting he can work for Heather and get paid a lot.
I thought my hip surgery was scheduled for November 30, but I wasn’t sure. Dr. Wooten’s nurse was rude to me and she said he didn’t want to do it because I have cancer. I told her my oncologist had communicated with him and told him it was all right. She said she would pencil it in, but it wasn’t a sure thing. And then she never called me back, and she didn’t return my calls. Finally I just made an appointment to see Dr. Wooten so I could ask him myself. It was worth the $45 co-payment to find out, because I’ve been staying off chemo to get ready for it, which is sort of a risk. When I finally saw him in his office, he just looked on his phone and found it scheduled for November 30. He said he’s still a little worried, and he’ll have everything in place to whip it out, and have the least possible risk to me. Oh, yeah, I’ll have to be quarantined for three weeks afterwards, because my immune system will be compromised. No Sunday night parties. No Messiah in Heber. No early Christmas parties. But if all goes well, I’ll be able to give up my cane, and my hip will feel better.
I love you all! Life is fantastically good. Mom