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I wonder if you guys out ( envision my hands splayed starting at the middle front of me, and then swooping out wide) thereeeeeeee.....ever write an entry that right after you've posted you become irritated with yourself (now envision me looking at you with inquiring eye gestures) by the content? Because I do, I have, and a good example is my last one.
The truth is in the pudding, my last entry for example, although my ailments are annoying, somewhat concerning and downright agitating at times, I shall live. I will continue to be me, I will adorn my battle gear every time I go outside and I will continue to flip off the sun with my middle finger in the most enduring way I know how. But my entry was simply the outer rung of a ring of concerns I carry lately. Not for myself, but for others.
Because, although I've always been vigilant about my skin care, the honest moi needs to acknowledge I had the cards of fate stacked against me to begin with. I know this because I take so much after my dear Father and he has skin cancer as well. Since I am fiercely protective, I would never blame him for my ailments, but there, that's out there as well.....Genetic Inheritance at it's finest.
His skin cancer is the most common of all, I actually have up stepped him by going straight to squamous cell cancer a level higher.....His is Highly treatable, won't kill him, and he's been dealing with it for a long time. But......in him I see a piece of my propensity filled future.
Although Basil cell skin cancer is the baby of the group, it has a nasty side and my Dad will start paying the price for it tomorrow. El Doctors Slice and Dice will be removing one whole side/half of his nose tomorrow.....(yes, the basil cells have grown fingers all up through his nose, tiny red dot on the outside, a whole party train growing on the inside)...then on Friday he goes back for more surgery to start the cosmetic reconstruction of a nose taken by a simple, highly treatable, non worrisome skin cancer. So in my female/mere human perspective, I have a moment of Holy fuck, that could be me, holy shit, I hope he's ok, holy hell, I'm worried, for a varied number of reasons.
This is probably far more detail than really warranted on my journal, but it's my party and I'll explain if I want to.......So, in order to recreate a nose, they will borrow cartilage and skin from various other body parts. Once that's installed, they will then start the long drawn out process of cutting his cheek skin and forehead skin in order to 'pull it' over the hopeful nose to be, and let it 'grow' for a bit with the help of balloons and skin stretching. Once and hopefully that comes together, they will again surgically try to create the resemblance of a nose. Brilliant.
I personally think that entire process sucks. Eloquent I know. But sucks with a capitol S. So now you know why I'm a wee bit paranoid and sensitive of my own sketchy skin future. It's akin to riding a canoe down a river, I am following my Fathers wake and he's hours away from going off a recoverable waterfall I will someday be going off. The difference is, unlike my Father, I skipped stage one skin cancer, went straight to stage two and I've had 9 (I think that's the current number) pre-melanomas (the Niagara Falls of all waterfalls) removed from my body...(my dads had one, uno)..and all of them are now swirling black and full of propensity behind my little boat.
Sigh. It is what it is. Well, now that I have that out and off my skin (pun intended) I need something else to focus on.
How about, I can't drink tea. I wish I could. I've tried, ohhh I've tried. I'm quite envious of people who can drink tea. I wish I knew how you tea drinkers can do it. I want the ritual. I want the fancy shmancy tea sets and a designated tea time to kick back and gaze out on the world.
I want to drink green tea, for all it's important health benefits. But when I've tried to gag it down I choke up, my eye's bug out and I run to the nearest sink to eradicate it's vile taste. I want to drink cinnamon tea's and orange tea's. I want to have an entire world of tea festivities and flavors at my beck and call, but alas, they all make me want to hurl.
I think it's really the ritual I covet. The, dip your little tea bag, or use those sweet strainers on a chain I see. I even want the fragile little tea set and I want to have a tea party...and I want a teapot to scream at me from my stove letting me know it's time to kick back......A forced focus of the simple things. There is little enjoyment to pulling back the aluminum ring on a diet coke. Sure, there's that moment of 'pop' a fresh soda can make, but otherwise, it's an empty ritual full of formaldehyde.
If I counted up the money I've wasted on tea over the years, searching for the elusive flavor I could learn to appreciate, well, I'm certain I could have purchased something that didn't end cold and poured (spit) in a sink. So, if you're still laboring through this long ass entry, and you're a tea drinker, I commend you, el lucky one.
I've decided to add Hospice volunteer to my little universe. I go in for 'training' later this week and believe I start next week with my first patient. I'm not sure why I decided to do this, other then I would like to believe people at the end of their lives might have something to say, and I would like to hear it.....really hear it. My understanding is I'm just a visitor, I can read to them, talk to them, and simply be someone who cares. I like that. The only piece I'm worried about, is the obvious, losing them in the end and that end is soon for any hospice patient. I'm not sure how I will contain that factor inside myself, but I'm sure I'll work it out. Has anyone else done this out there? If so, I would love to hear your perspective on what to expect.......................
Ok, that's enough rambling for one day. This entry should count as two, one for thoughts, two for sheer random space quantity................
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Tea is important at times in life:) Please don't consider that investment wasted.
Ah, now I know. Your dad, you. I'm sorry, and do hope he improves SOON.
My bosses boss (I referred to her as BB in last summer's posts), is putting her dad in hospice later today. Of course they have something to say. We all do, just at that point in someone's life, those closest to the person SOMETIMES are either a) not there, or b) too caught up emotionally to truly hear it, or I suppose c) not whom the person wishes to relay a tidbit of info TO:)
Perhaps some people will even let you record your conversations.
Blessings to you. -- Robin -
I hope your Dads nose op goes ok. If you hate tea never try red bush tea, it's even worse than normal tea.
Gaz ;-) -
Hmm, stretching skin tight over noses made of knees. Sounds yummy. How's that Who song go? Hope I die before I get old? Then again, I could still get plastered after an operation like that, couldn't I? We used to pick up apples that had fallen off grandma's tree. The yellow jackets would have eaten parts, and we'd have to cut those away, but what was left was sweeter than the whole apples that were still on the tree, and I'd never call it anything but an apple.
Fred
p.s. Just to add to your woes, did you hear that the meds they've been handing out for epilepsy cause manic depression and possibly suicide? Might want to ask about that when you get your next does. (Though, what the fuck you're supposed to do about it, I have no idea.) Oh, and I used to drink tea, then I was pissing in a windstorm one day and tasted my own piss, thought, "This tastes just like tea." -
{{{ Sweetheart }}} Did dad have to have the Mohs surgery? Where they do it with the grid? I am sending him well wishes. The key with the reconstruction is to not drink or smoke for at least the first 2-3 weeks... trust me, I know, I worked for plastic surgeons... people who abstain heal better...
As for seeing your future... heck... we all see that smacked up in our face now and again. You will persevere past it, I know. {{ hugs }}
be well,
Dawn
2/10/08 1:37 PM
Just saying.