Saturday, May 18, 2013

Slow Start to Saturday

A henna design on skin. Somewhere I've kept the link to the artist's webpage ... hm, where is that now ...
The image above was found while searching for breast-related images for Bev's webpage.

Scott delivered a large glass mug of black coffee to me by 6:30 this morning so I've been up and around for five hours already. I've been out in the yard in my pyjamas, feeding the old dog and pulling grass and dandelions from the flowerbeds. I've refilled the bird feeders — oh my that is a busy place these days, and such variety and noise! — and washed and dried the dishes and made oatmeal for breakfast.

The sun she is a-shining & Emil and I are going gallavanting. There are garage sales in Wadena this weekend, and I'm looking for one of those old air poppers for backup, in case the theatre-popper (my last Christmas gift to Mom, which Dad gave back to me after she died; "I'll never use it," he said) gives up the ghost just when it's most needed: "crack" production week.

Then we'll head to Margo, where Emil hopes to see his cousin Marc and have a look at little Lexi. He hasn't seen her yet and loves babies, and I haven't gotten my hands on her since she was a month old. Aunt Shirley is back in town so we'll swing by there too; Emil was worried she'd never come home, after she'd been staying with her son Gerald for so long. And of course we hope to catch Karen at home. When we texted yesterday she thought it likely. Tomorrow would be a different story.

And so off I go to make smoothies for the road ... Yee ha! It's the weekend!


  1. Your friend's website makes me incredibly nervous. My friend, Sting, also had lobular breast cancer. This is the kind that tends to show up in both breasts. When Sting had her bilateral mastectomy, following all sorts of diagnostic things that showed nothing in the second breast, they found cancer in the second breast as well.

    Sting had no chemo. She passed away this year.

    I am very worried for your friend.

  2. I would be worried no matter what course of treatment Bev chose to follow. Cancer is no weak foe. Bev has faced plenty of opposition to her decision already; so it's not as if she hasn't been forced into considering all the possible outcomes, even if she hadn't already done that on her own. I only hope she has gone down the best road for her, and will support her whatever she does.

    A close friend of mine has a good friend who has treated her breast cancer "naturally" for the past 10 years; it's not as if there are no precedents for this sort of handling of the whole thing.

    But it's scary, either way, I don't mind saying.


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