The roses are early and mostly overblown this year because of the dry warmth but every once in a while, one can find a winner. We are having this weird seesaw weather where one day it is warm, clear and lovely, the next, overcast and cooler and today we even had a light much needed rain, that I might add, was not in the forecast.
Re-integration back to my regular schedule hasn’t been too bad. Not like taking a week off a full-time job and coming back, because I didn’t totally get away and I (mostly) like what I am doing. But still, I did enjoy being modestly lazy.
Our niece sent down a radiology report today that shows she is in complete remission now from the uterine cancer. That is excellent news. It’s been intense for her. She is on Medicaid so I am even more thrilled she has completed her treatment than I would have been, say a year ago with the cuts looming.
One of my students fell and broke her pelvis about three weeks ago. There isn’t a lot she can do other than manage the pain. And try to keep her spirits up. Her doctor cleared her to come back to my morning class as long as she doesn’t do the standing things. I try to create community in my classes, and everyone was so happy to have her back.
It turns out another one of the women had a similar fall a number of years ago and broke her pelvis in a similar fashion and it was such a gift that they could share their experiences. These women are both in their 80’s. Good role models for me.
We talked this morning about how we are all spending so much time at medical and maintenance appointments. Yesterday I had to go down to the pharmacy and pick up a topical antibiotic for my skin thing. It was quite expensive. The pharmacist said there was a discount card available but that it then wouldn’t count against my deductible. The insurance stuff is crazy making.
Mrs. Sherlock had a routine mammogram a few weeks back. There was an anomaly. She had an ultrasound. There was still an anomaly. She had a biopsy last week. The pathology report came back positive for breast cancer yesterday. Apparently, they caught it early so that is good. She has an appointment to see a surgeon week after next.
I feel so much for her. This year has been incredibly complicated with the move. If this was any other market they would have been able to sell their property to a developer for a huge amount of money, but it turns out the two viable offers were from renovators. These are side by side duplexes built in 1903 in a very desirable urban location. There is a protected heritage oak that is over 200 years old two lots away and therefore developers are shy about the site based on that and interest rates.
That rehabber, he is experienced, is going to make a lot of money down the line. She says she is okay with that. They needed to be out, and they have other resources. But still…cancer on top of it all! And losing her poodle in the middle of this maelstrom. Life isn’t easy at times, that is for sure.
I haven’t heard about the in-person class thing. My teaching was vetted this week though. I am fine if this doesn’t work out but still it was a little nerve wracking. Being evaluated. Against unknown criteria. I am actually more concerned if it does work out in the context of shifting things around and trying to accommodate everyone and manage my energy.
As the weather has been warming up, I have been thinking about shoes and feet and that is what I am teaching this week. I spent hours this last weekend getting perspectives on healthy feet and how to manage them. About half the people in my classes have experienced plantar fasciitis. I am learning all about how important it is to strengthen our toes. I found this woman who is a foot expert and so compelling and charismatic it was a joy to watch her. Another role model.
We were talking this morning about making the choice to realize that we can focus our attention on things like whimsey, and humor, and magic because whether we like it out not stuff is going to happen. Unexpected stuff that comes in from left field. And a certain part of managing it is how we chose to look at said stuff.
Still…if wishes were horses, I’d have a stable full of beauties for Mrs. Sherlock right about now.
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