John's Funeral

It was so warm and cozy in my bed, under the duvet.  I just wanted to stay there.  Glenn is in his room, swearing mightily at a basketball game--I'm temped to remind him that it's just a game, but I've been telling him that for 34 years and it hasn't sunk in yet.  Secretly, it makes me smile.
It isn't my son that got me out from under the covers.  There are so many thoughts, rumbling around in my head, and they need to come out.
I got up very early, for me, today. Ate my breakfast, washed my hair, put on real clothes (that would be nylons, a dress, and heels as opposed to sweats), filled my tank--well, my car's tank--and headed south for the San Jose Masonic Center and John Fletcher's funeral.  I didn't get as early a start as I wanted, but God was looking after me.  The traffic was very light and the drive down was beautiful.  I got there about half an hour before it was due to start and squeezed into the last sort of parking space.  People were pouring in, many of whom I recognized, many I didn't.  When I got into the lodge room, the red room, the sidelines were already full.  Bless her heart, Lynn Gentry popped up and gave me her seat nest to her mother.
I am so proud to be a member of the Eastern Star and a part of the Masonic Family.  There were people from all over the state there.  Everyone loved John.  And for some reason, many of them also love me.  I don't get out to much that isn't connected to a doctor appointment, especially not two days after chemo.  But I had to join my Sisters and Brothers to say good bye to this fine gentleman.  People were pleased to see me, told me how good I look.  I've never really looked sick, even the first year with no hair.
The people kept coming in and the men kept adding chairs.  Don Snyder was playing the piano.  It was finally time for the Masons to come in.  Loyal Stark conducted the service, Ken Negel was the Chaplain, and Dave Skipworth was the Marshal.  They looked regal.  And the Masons.  They just kept coming.  We had lots of Masons at Lee's service, but nothing like this.  The service was beautiful.  The room was filled with love.  I was tired, but it was worth the effort.  I stayed at the Center while many went to the interment, chatting with friends, drinking lemonade, and eating cookies.  I had a chance to give Karen a hug before I left.  It was a long drive home, but once again, the traffic was light and the day was still lovely.  I was very happy to see my freeway exit.  I took a long nap, got up, had something to eat, watched the end of Fiddler on the Roof, and crawled under the duvet--and that's where we came in.  There are still thoughts rumbling around in my head.  Some of them have made it onto this blog.  I didn't expect to outlive you, john Fletcher.  Rest in peace.
xxooxx

Chemo 5.2B

It has been a full day, but not as full as it could have been, thank you, St. Valentine.  I started the day with a trip downtown to see Mark, then a visit to Patelco's new digs, a stop at the market for cereal, milk, and juice--and a few other things--a quick bite of something for lunch, then off to CA Cancer Care with Glenn for my weekly poison.  My legs have been bothering me, so I called yesterday to have them looked at when I was there for chemo.  Naturally it couldn't all be done at the same time, so it just dragged out the appointment.  Cellulitis is back and I now have three weeks worth of antibiotics--with the admonition that if it doesn't get better I might get to visit the nice people at Peninsula Hospital for IV antibiotics.  Get better, I don't have time for a hospital visit till after the Ceili.
Got my chemo, which was at the correct speed this time, and a procrit shot, since my red count was under 10.  I got home to a voice mail message that the guys in the band were taking their wives out for Valentine's day, so we scratched practice.  Much as I love band practice, I'm so tired today that I said, "Yippee--have a collective wonderful time--see you all next week.
Somehow, Chemo 5.2A missed the blogosphere.  I had it with no bad side effects--red count was 10, so no procrit.  Spent the week knitting.  I picked up a sweater that I started last year.  It is very close to finished, but I ran out of yarn (yes, that is possible) so I had to order more.  Hope the dye lot isn't too far off, because I have no choice in the matter.  Now I'm excited about the possibility of finishing the sweater--for me!  I have another that I started last year--almost finished, ran out of yarn, yada, yada, yada--anyway, I'll finish that one after I finish the other one.  Then I will feel twice as accomplished.
That's my news.
xxooxx

Sonoma again

Last week was my chemo free week, so I took advantage of it.  Tuesday was a full day, starting with a trip downtown for Mark then home for cancer followup appointment--red count was 10, so no Procrit shot. 
Wednesday morning, I threw my stuff together--way more stuff than I needed, but one must be prepared.  I left for Sonoma around 1, had no traffic at all, and got to the Inn between 2:30 and 3.  I checked in, went to the Big 3 for lunch, then to the spa to begin my half week of pampering.  It was strange to have no Soledad.  I somehow managed to soldier on.  First treatment was a tandem massage--utterly sinful--with Diane and Lani.  That was followed by a Wine Country Recovery with Diane.  Not exactly that I had anything to recover from, but it was a great way to start.  I brought Ally with me this trip.  We came separately, so I was glad to meet up with her in the room.  You just need to know that your chickadees travel safely.  We went to dinner at the Big 3.  It was live entertainment night--which we could have gotten along without.  They weren't very good.  But they were very loud.
Thursday was a full day.  I started with a Watsu with Glenn then I did the bathing ritual.  The afternoon was Reiki with reflexology and a Rejuvenating Kur with Diane.  Diane is my own personal CT scan.  I still don't know how she does it, but she knows what's going on with my body.  Ally also had Reiki with reflexology with Diane and a Tandem Massage.  She loved it.  We went to the Black Bear Diner for dinner.  It was the first time since I went with my niece--my first trip to the Inn in 2004 or 2005--that I had a meal off the property.  Ally drove.
Friday started with a Watsu with Laura.  Next was a Wild Berry and Chocolate scrub with Samantha (I smelled yummy), lunch of Spinach Salad with chicken, and a Relaxation Massage with Laura.  Ally had her Facial on Friday.  She went out with a friend from Santa Rosa that night, which was fine.  I had dinner at the Big 3--no band.
Saturday started with a Willow Stream Elements with Bill--pretty much the new name for the Moor Mud Kur.  Not at all glamorous--at one point you could audition for the Tar Baby--but your skin feels sooooooooooooo good.  Another Watsu with Laura, lunch, and a Facial with Julie.  I treated Ally to a Watsu as a late birthday present.  She couldn't afford it, but Carlson's law says that no one can go to the hotel without having a Watsu.  She loved it--of course.  Glenn says it isn't for everyone, but I'm not sure I want to know those people.  We went to the Black Bear again for dinner.
Sunday was go home day, which is always a little rushed.  Get up, pack, call the bellman to store the luggage while at the spa, rush through breakfast to get to the spa on time.  The last day is pretty day--at least that's my schedule.  I spent the morning and the early part of the afternoon in the salon with Rodolfo--toes, fingers, and hair and scalp revitalizer.  That way, the toes and fingers are completely dry before I get dressed to go home.  Ally had a spa day with a friend then went wine tasting.  She'll be home today or tomorrow.
I got home for most of the Super Bowl, though I did sleep through part of the second half.  I feel pretty, my skin is soft and smooth, I was royally pampered, and I can't wait to go back.  Not sure when--maybe for my birthday, certainly for my anniversary.  Until then, it's back to reality and chemo tomorrow.
xxooxx