Two days of rest. Now, I'm chumping at the bit. Western expression. Laundry to do, and I made a quick trip to Wal Mart. Thank the Lord the electric carts were available this AM. You never know at our Wal Mart and for that reason, we don't shop there often. Except.... There are times. I needed wash cloths. I can't go pushing a cart around a department store anymore, and to buy four wash cloths on line seemed a little silly. Okay, a lot silly. So a trip to Wal Mart. Toothpaste and hair stuff was also on the list. But it was a quick in and out.
Okay, it is Sunday, and I was taught to take this day as a day of rest and prayer. But it is the only time our Wal Mart isn't clogged with a hundred shoppers. And the docs are encouraging me to avoid crowds with the flu making the rounds. And yes, I've had my flu shot, but there are several viruses out there and not all of them are covered by the current flu vaccine. I don't need the flu. Believe me, I don't need the flu.
I'm starting to notice an increase in the need to rest as I do things. And yes, it is part of the condition. It's a shame they can't biopsy the cancer to tell me if it's small cell or just regular cell cancer. But mine is in a really bad spot. As I mentioned before, the doctors will not touch it. To great a chance of finishing me off that instant. And, no, I'm not ready to go just yet. My list is not complete.
Laugh if you will, but lists are great. And my neighbor is right. Each day I think of something else. That list of things to accomplish is growing. And she did assure me, I can't go until I get all of it done.
Bad new for my brother. Five years ago, his liver cancer was completely cured with lots and lots of prayers. Now, it looks like it might be coming back. So if you could give a quick shout out to the Lord, or sends healing vibes to him as well, I would appreciate it. There are four of us, three girls, and the one boy, my baby brother. (Ha! He's six foot and weighs more than my DH - no baby about him. But he's younger than I am so.)
Unfortunately, like most of us our age, we smoked and drank. It was the thing to do in the fifties and sixties. Now, we pay the price. And yes, sad to say the cigarettes and the alcohol do contribute, especially if you have the gene in your family. Both my mother and father died of cancer. What's your bet we have a lot of that gene in us? A word to the wise. Drink in moderation and stop smoking.
Okay, I'm off my soap box.