How is it possible that I am the grandmother of a high school graduate? And how is it possible that I waited almost a week to write about it? I'm not quite sure how I did it, but I downloaded the pictures, so I guess it is time to do something about it.
Here we are, waiting for the festivities to begin. The graduation was on the football field. I'm hoping that no one was hoping that their little darling would have a dignified experience, because most of the spectators thought that they were at a football game. There was constant milling about, talking, cell phoning, squeeling, and the blasting of air horns. I thought I was going to lose my hearing for life. The vast ruck of humanity that attended did not know how to be an audience.
So here are the graduates in place.
After way to many speakers, it was finally time to do what we were all there to see. I think this is Monica in line, waiting for her name to be called.
And I think this is Monica, receiving the folder that would eventually hold her diploma. Glenn and I were ready to go home then. What did we care about the rest of the alphabet? The benches were uncomfortable--and there was all that squeeling and the airhorns. But we are polite and well behaved and we waited till everything was over.
Finally, we got near the graduate!
Elaine said it was the only time in her entire school career that she wore her hair down. She does look quite grown up--even if 18 isn't even close. There were two graduates in the family--Ryan will be in Middle School in the fall.
Monica was off to the grad night party--Glenn and I were off to home--by way of dinner at Nations Giant Hamburgers in El Cerrito. We'd planned to stop for a bite to eat BEFORE the graduation, but traffic being what it was, there was no time. So we were hungry, along with tired and deaf. Still, I wouldn't have missed it. Hope I'm around to see Rebecca's and Ryan's too.
Now, for the rest of the week's news. I saw my oncologist on Monday. CA125 is up slightly. It isn't even close to the amount that usually causes concern, but my baseline is so low that Dr. Chee just watches fluctuations. Normal cause for concern is anything over 35--at surgery, before they took out the cancer, mine was 19. I think it was 5 in March and is around 6 now. To scan or not to scan--we'll wait two more months, repeat the blood work, and see where things are.
My heels were still hurting, so Dr. Chee made me go to see my primary care--who I actually saw yesterday for the first time since January. She's had a very hard six months fighting an infection in her foot. She's still fighting it but may be able to save her foot. I felt like a whiner complaining about my heels. She changed my gout meds and gave me a shot in the left heel--the worse offender. It was pretty painful yesterday, but today my heels are pain free. Yeah! The new meds make me tired, a little dizzy and drowsy. I'll get used to them. I don't hurt! Life is good.
That's it--you are now current.
xxooxx
