Hi all,
OK, so this message has little to do with gardening at night, and admittedly it sounds a bit like a spam subject line, but it's also kind of a happy thought for me, something to look forward to. Also, since you've filled my house with flowers and plants, among other nice things I can easily continue to garden at night and at my own pace without any heavy lifting. The flowers are really an "upper". I miss hauling mulch and raking already.
Enough about that. I know that I've trained you all very well by now not to ask me the "sad eyes" question, so I need to live up to my promise to let you know the answer and not keep you in the dark. It just seems easier to email you, but I can't really promise what might come out of me in these messages. So this first message comes with a warning label, especially for the few sensitive men on the list. If at anytime you can't take my gross descriptions or too much info re lotions or unstomachable gossip, please just let me know and I'll release you from this email bond we now share. I doubt I'll send frequent updates anyway, if that makes you feel any better since I don't really think of myself as a writer or that anything in particularly exciting is going on and I definitely don't have any words of wisdom, lucky you. But I may throw out a few random links for you to click on or ignore to go along with my cheery updates. Again, please keep this all to yourselves, as a favor to me.
CURRENT STATUS post-op
Well, they don't look too much like ugly fruit. I don't have any more octopus tubes attached to me as of yesterday and now my "bullet holes" as Kyle lovingly calls them, are closed up. When I asked him how it looks under my arms, he says "a little European". I'm weaning myself from perckaset (sp?), (bummer dude, that stuff is good. Maybe I'll get more later). The upside is I might get to drink another glass of wine this weekend. I'm not allowed to bounce, so no jogging but I can certainly walk with gusto so long as it's smoothly. I expect to be driving this week. My sister, mother and especially Kyle have been pampering me way beyond my wildest dreams. I'm going to class and even doing real work. I'm presenting a new landscape master plan next Monday night to some very patient clients, which should get installed in the spring. On friday I go for my first "expansion". Don't think that's a term of art. The plstic surgeon had told me previously that "it won't take long to get back to my previous size" read - pancakes.
THE DATING GAME happens this week
So, as most of you know, my next step is to choose an oncologist and chemo treatment, the specific course has been undetermined so far but I guess I get to choose hard and fast or slow and easy. (I think slow and easy really just means Chinese Water Torture). So with any "luck" and the help of my sis and husband, I'll have picked that special bachelor or bachelorette and go on my first "date" the week after next, Dec 16th. Cross your fingers for me because I'd sure like to go on a spring break this year. Fortunately there are some of the best oncologists in the country right here in DC. My sister has now stalked them all and sweettalked many into appointments so we have all the options we can in a short period of time.
One other thing Monica uncovered is an interesting program offered to help people exercises safely throughout their treatments and recovery. Now that would really be good since my chocolate intake has increased about 300%.
Ok, drumroll please. Here's the pictures of the day, in case you haven't already seen it, before and after pics. Chase West Path Sustainable Garden
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