Dallin’s baptism yesterday was wonderful, and so was the after-party at Hamlet Park. The weather was perfect, and the food was terrific. Best of all, it was great to see so many of you there. Oh, yes, and the campfire last Sunday night was practically perfect, too. I think Dad and I might make it an annual tradition for Labor Day weekend. It was easy to plan for, too–lotsa hot dogs and marshmallows and graham crackers and little Hershey bars. As I was watching the last of the hot dogs being pushed onto a roasting fork, I commented to John that it was amazing the food worked out just right. He said, “What do you mean? We’ve just been eating until all the food is gone!”
Our next Super Sunday will be two weeks from today, on the 26th, probably at Paul and Stefanie’s house. I’ll let you know for sure next week, but put it on your calendars and plan on having lots more fun.
I asked our neighbors if they happened to own a raccoon, and found out they used to have two of them, but one escaped several months ago. Humm. It’s a female, and she’s very “naughty.” Well, I think I know where she’s getting her food now. My current project is mounting the cat food feeder high on the wall of the garage, out of her range. I’ll set the timer to go off two or three times during the day, and the food will run out of the dispenser, down a downspout, and into the bowl. That way Scout and Sonia can have plenty to eat before their friend shows up to knock over the bowl and finish off the food. At least I hope it works.
My newest medical problem is another toe--the pinkie on my right foot. I’m having it looked at this week, and if there’s any trouble with bone spurs, it’s coming off! Then my two feet will match, and I’ll only have six toenails to cut instead of seven. My feet will be symmetrical.
And my cancer is still leaving me up in the air. I had a long talk with the NP that works with Dr. Lewis, and we went over all the numbers from my blood test, and I learned all about my hemoglobin and platelets and markers and liver and immune system, but I realized afterwards we never did figure out exactly how much my tumors had shrunk. That should have been my number one question. And then he said something disturbing: since the chemo has worked so well, maybe I want to continue treatment? I nearly flipped. Chemo is a means to an end, and I only got through it by visualizing my great life in the months ahead. I can’t just keep having chemo! I need to work in the yard and finish the fire pit at the cabin and go hiking. Anyway, I’m going to make an appointment with Dr. Lewis and have him pull up my scans and ask him about my future. Hopefully he’ll have a better outlook for me.
Love to all, and I hope you’re enjoying this beautiful fall weather.