Yesterday was another chemo session. I slept most of the afternoon yesterday and today has been another sloth day. Hopefully I'll bounce back by tomorrow and be able to get some things done around the house. Menwhile here are some pics of what's blooming in the back yard.
These canes of Lady Banks roses are trying to escape from the arbor anf join the wood hyacinths below them.
This is the side of the arbor visible from the back door. The pink
roses have joined the white Lady Banks. The pic is a little fuzzy- it
had begun to sprinkle rain so these are roses in the misty rain.
The pink yarrow is beginning to bloom- and spread like wildfire. It's hard to keep it in check.
This purple iris is ready to pop open and join the few yellow ones that have already bloomed.
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Wednesday, April 04, 2018
More Pollen! I Just Can't stop Whining, Can I?
We had storms last night. The wind howled around the corners of the house, thunder roared, lightning crashed and zigzagged through the night sky, and rain fell. There was enough wind and rain to knock a few catkins out of the trees and litter them across the deck, and there is a little less pollen on my car, but according to the 5-day pollen forecast on the weather.com site, there is still a lot of pollen out there.
Here's a pic of the tree in our neighbor's yard. It may look as though it's covered with green leaves, but there are actually very few leaves. What you may think are leaves are actually a multitude of catkins- all waiting to release their pollen. Those of us in close proximity will greet the release with a symphony of sneezes. Ah, Spring!
Tomorrow is chemo treatment day for me, so there may not be any blog posts for a couple of days. Instead of my usual long-winded ramblings, I'll try to post some pics of new blooms in the garden.
Here's a pic of the tree in our neighbor's yard. It may look as though it's covered with green leaves, but there are actually very few leaves. What you may think are leaves are actually a multitude of catkins- all waiting to release their pollen. Those of us in close proximity will greet the release with a symphony of sneezes. Ah, Spring!
Tomorrow is chemo treatment day for me, so there may not be any blog posts for a couple of days. Instead of my usual long-winded ramblings, I'll try to post some pics of new blooms in the garden.
Tuesday, April 03, 2018
Blowing' in the Wind: Cones, Catkins and Pollen
We have a few extra seasons here in the South. Like the rest of the country, we have the usual four seasons but we also have tornado season and pollen season. Actually, since we are in what's sometimes referred to as Dixie Alley, we have two tornado seasons in Alabama. The spring tornado season spans March, April, and May, and we also have a fall tornado season in November and December. So far this year our local area has been lucky but some areas of the state had significant damage from tornadoes last month.
With other places having to contend with much more severe problems it seems petty to complain about the other season I mentioned: pollen season. But I just can't help myself. We are currently sneezing, hacking and gazing out of our red, watery eyes at a world covered in chartreuse dust. My car is no longer gray, but a sickly lime green. I can write in the pollen dust, it is so heavy! I have to run the windshield washer and wipers whenever I get in the car just to be able to see out the windshield. And much as I'd love to open the windows in the house to let in the breeze, I know the floors, curtains and all the furniture would soon be covered in pollen, too.
Pine gets most of the blame. Years ago, when our street was first named Pine Hill Road, we had an abundance of pine trees. Many of them have since been cut down, but there are still enough left to deposit massive amounts of pollen everywhere. The little male pine cones do a yeoman's job of trying to keep the species going. The ground is covered with their exhausted little bodies, all spent of pollen. Many of the older female cones that have already dropped their pollinated seeds have joined them on the ground, leaving reproduction to their younger sisters. Here are some of the spent males pollen cones on our front steps and a few more joining the spent female cones on the ground under the trees.
Pine trees are not the only ones producing pollen, though. The oaks are covered with little catkins, too, all ready to burst open and release their pollen at any moment. The squirrels will be happy when that happens because they know that the female flowers, once pollinated, will begin to produce acorns, thus guaranteeing them a winter food source. And by burying the acorns, and sometimes failing to dig them up, the squirrels are in effect planting oak seeds and aiding in the regenration of the oaks. I can remember planting one of the oaks out front. It doesn't seem so long ago, but since oaks don't begin to bloom and produce pollen until they're twenty, it must have been at least twenty years ago.
At any rate, as windy as it's been lately, pollen is spreading far and wide and soon pollen season will be over. I won't be sorry to see it end. In fact, I wouldn't mind a good, hard steady rain to help it along and wash the pollen dust away so we can all breathe easier again.
With other places having to contend with much more severe problems it seems petty to complain about the other season I mentioned: pollen season. But I just can't help myself. We are currently sneezing, hacking and gazing out of our red, watery eyes at a world covered in chartreuse dust. My car is no longer gray, but a sickly lime green. I can write in the pollen dust, it is so heavy! I have to run the windshield washer and wipers whenever I get in the car just to be able to see out the windshield. And much as I'd love to open the windows in the house to let in the breeze, I know the floors, curtains and all the furniture would soon be covered in pollen, too.
Pine gets most of the blame. Years ago, when our street was first named Pine Hill Road, we had an abundance of pine trees. Many of them have since been cut down, but there are still enough left to deposit massive amounts of pollen everywhere. The little male pine cones do a yeoman's job of trying to keep the species going. The ground is covered with their exhausted little bodies, all spent of pollen. Many of the older female cones that have already dropped their pollinated seeds have joined them on the ground, leaving reproduction to their younger sisters. Here are some of the spent males pollen cones on our front steps and a few more joining the spent female cones on the ground under the trees.
At any rate, as windy as it's been lately, pollen is spreading far and wide and soon pollen season will be over. I won't be sorry to see it end. In fact, I wouldn't mind a good, hard steady rain to help it along and wash the pollen dust away so we can all breathe easier again.
Monday, April 02, 2018
Where have all the bloggers gone?
Gone to Twitter every one. With apologies to Pete Seeger, and no, maybe they haven't all gone to Twitter, but so many of the bloggers I once followed have stopped blogging. I've removed some of them from the list of blogs I follow. Others I have kept on the list because I enjoy re-reading them. Some have migrated to Facebook and Twitter; some, especially the food bloggers, are still blogging, but many of them have gone "commercial," with ads and pop ups asking you to follow them and buy products. Others seem to have just lost interest in blogging, and a few may have died since I can find no on-line trace of them.
I've read several articles about the birth and death of old-style blogging, and how it has been replaced by Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and other social media sites that are more attuned to the modern age. But I'm not convinced that blogging is dead or that mommy blogs and food blogs are the only survivors of old-style blogging. Maybe some of us who still blog are delusional in thinking that anyone else may be interested in reading about our lives, our families, our political or world views, etc., and maybe we are, but I suspect some of us write, not because we think we have multitudes of devoted followers who hang on our every word, but because we enjoy writing and are too long-winded to fit all out thoughts and antics into choppy little tweets or facebook posts.
So, we may be a dwindling breed, but we aren't dead yet. And neither is blogging, I hope!
I've read several articles about the birth and death of old-style blogging, and how it has been replaced by Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and other social media sites that are more attuned to the modern age. But I'm not convinced that blogging is dead or that mommy blogs and food blogs are the only survivors of old-style blogging. Maybe some of us who still blog are delusional in thinking that anyone else may be interested in reading about our lives, our families, our political or world views, etc., and maybe we are, but I suspect some of us write, not because we think we have multitudes of devoted followers who hang on our every word, but because we enjoy writing and are too long-winded to fit all out thoughts and antics into choppy little tweets or facebook posts.
So, we may be a dwindling breed, but we aren't dead yet. And neither is blogging, I hope!
Sunday, April 01, 2018
Is Spring Here To Stay This Time?
I do hope Mother Nature is finished playing tricks on us and that spring is here to stay. I still don't trust her, though. She played a very mean trick on us in 1987 when rain was predicted for April 2nd and 3rd. Somehow, during the early hours of April 3rd that year the temperature dropped into the low 40s and the rain changed to snow. By the time it was finished we had about six inches of snow in the Birmingham area. It melted quickly, but still it just didn't seem right to see the spring flowers shivering in the snow.
Here are some pics of what's blooming in our yard today. Let's keep our fingers crossed that they can continue to enjoy the warm kiss of the sun instead of shivering under a chilly white blanket.
These wood hyacinths pop up every year. I didn't plant them, we think the birds or other critters might be responsible.
The single clump of Star of Bethlemen with its interesting white blooms is another critter-aided landscape feature that pops up every spring.
I did plant these roses, they began as a cutting from a friend's garden. I thought it was a cutting from her Cecile Brunner roses, but it obviously wasn't and I have no idea what they actually are. They are beautiful and fragrant anyway.
This lovely little beauty is the white Lady Banks on the arbor. The flowers are so tiny and delicate but the canes grow like crazy and threaten to take over the world if not kept in check. Fortunately, it is virtually thornless so when the canes reach out to grab you as you pass by they don't stab you!
Despite their shy nature, Wild violets like to make an appearance every spring. These are hiding just under the edge of the deck.
The chives are beginning to bloom and are loaded with buds.
We may have quite a few blueberries later in the summer, if the birds decide to share with us.
Here are some pics of what's blooming in our yard today. Let's keep our fingers crossed that they can continue to enjoy the warm kiss of the sun instead of shivering under a chilly white blanket.
These wood hyacinths pop up every year. I didn't plant them, we think the birds or other critters might be responsible.
The single clump of Star of Bethlemen with its interesting white blooms is another critter-aided landscape feature that pops up every spring.
I did plant these roses, they began as a cutting from a friend's garden. I thought it was a cutting from her Cecile Brunner roses, but it obviously wasn't and I have no idea what they actually are. They are beautiful and fragrant anyway.
This lovely little beauty is the white Lady Banks on the arbor. The flowers are so tiny and delicate but the canes grow like crazy and threaten to take over the world if not kept in check. Fortunately, it is virtually thornless so when the canes reach out to grab you as you pass by they don't stab you!
Despite their shy nature, Wild violets like to make an appearance every spring. These are hiding just under the edge of the deck.
The chives are beginning to bloom and are loaded with buds.
We may have quite a few blueberries later in the summer, if the birds decide to share with us.
Saturday, March 31, 2018
Holly Berries Are For The Birds
What few red berries are left on the tree will be gone by tomorrow since the cedar waxwings moved in this afternoon and have been devouring berries like mad. I couldn't get a picture of their feeding frenzy today but have a little video of them I took on this date in 2016.
March 31 seems to be their preferred date for the holly berry feast. Even though the red berries will be gone for the rest of the summer, the tree is loaded with tiny green berries, so we should have plenty of bright red berries for decorating at Christmas.
Tuesday, March 20, 2018
Catching Up, and May I introduce you to Stella Stoma
I thought it might be time to get caught up on what’s
happening on the health front at our house since I haven’t posted any health-related
news in six and a half months. There is plenty of news to report.
The day after my post of August 24 I had an appointment with
my colorectal surgeon who decided it was time to do surgery on the primary
tumor. I had one more chemotherapy treatment scheduled before surgery,
and surgery was scheduled for October 10.
The doctor had explained to me that if everything went as
planned he would be doing laparoscopic, robotic assisted surgery. Everything went well and I had an
abdominoperineal resection, which completely removes the distal
colon, rectum, and anal sphincter resulting in a permanent colostomy. So now I
have a stoma, which means that the end of my remaining intestine was brought
out through an incision in my abdomen, and now resides a few inches from my
navel and wears a pouch to catch anything spewed out. I have named the stoma
Stella. Even wrote a little rhyme to welcome her to the outside world:
I
have a little stoma
Her
name is Stella Sue
She
sits next to my navel
And spews out stinky poo.
All right, I didn’t say it was great poetry-
and it may be a little gross to some sensibilities, but that IS what she does,
and she does it well.
One of the interesting things about this
surgery is that even though certain body parts have been removed, there is
often the sensation that they are still there- sort of like the phantom limbs
people describe after an amputation. So I may also make Stella the heroine of a
book I might write one day: Stella
Stoma and the Mystery of the Phantom Rectum.
I was in the hospital for three days, where I
was shown how to handle the stoma and apply the colostomy pouch, etc. So far
everything has gone pretty well. There
is a learning curve involved as you try to find the pouching system that works
best for you. There are problems such
as ballooning, pancaking, and blowouts, none of which are pleasant, but after a
time, one learns how to prevent those problems for the most part, and how to
deal with them effectively when they can’t be prevented.
The surgeon said he got clear margins when he
removed the tumor, and the pathology report verifies clear margins, so that’s a
very good thing. My oncologist
recommended that I remain on maintenance chemo to prevent a relapse, so I resumed
chemo treatment with irinotecan and Erbitux on November 8. My last CT scan on
January 5 shows that everything is stable and there is no new metastatic
disease, so that’s a good thing.
I go in on Thursday this week for another
chemo treatment and will have another CT scan in April. I hope the next scan shows good results
More drama entered our lives in December,
when Mr. G. began to feel ill. He went to
our family doctor, on December 4. After listening to his symptoms and running
some tests the doctor thought he might have a kidney infection and started him
on Cipro. He got worse, with some back
pains and numbness in his legs. We thought he might be having a reaction to the
Cipro so back to the doctor on December 13, who scheduled him for an MRI.
I had
a chemo treatment on December 14, and when our son brought me home, Mr. G
couldn’t walk at all, so off they went
to the ER. He was admitted, and after
some tests, including a spinal tap, he was diagnosed with Guillaine-Barré
syndrome. He was in the
hospital for two weeks, and then was discharged to Lakeshore rehab facility for
therapy. After two weeks of rather
intense therapy he was transferred to a nursing home/rehab facility for less
intense therapy for three weeks, then back to Lakeshore for another three weeks before being discharged home
on February 28.
He was able to come home with a walker rather than a
wheelchair. Physical and occupational therapists come to the house several
times a week and he has been making slow but steady progress. He is now able to walk short distances
without the walker, and we’re hoping he’ll make a full recovery in time.
And that just about
catches us up. Today is the first day
of spring, and I’m looking forward to
some nice warm gardening weather!
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