Tomorrow is my every six month Oncology appointment. It's a dreaded one. I'll have a new doctor as my beloved Dr. Charles has moved practice to UT.
A woman doc. Hmmm...wonder if there'll be a difference between male and female oncologist for breast cancer? We'll see I guess.
The appointment will be quite, really awful. Dr. Charles had been my mom-in-law's oncologist for lung cancer. How strange it was. Dr. Charles my doctor since 2010 then in 2013, I believe the year, Dr. Charles had become Emma Lee's as well. Six months ago we scheduled our appointments on the same day. I was told to schedule my next checkup in six months. My mom-in-law was told she was terminal. Her cancer was back and had spread from her lungs into liver.
Emma is 79. She'd not wanted chemo after having half her lung removed. I guess it was from memories of her precious sister, whom she spoke with everyday, dying of terminal breast cancer in 2011ish. Memories of pain and suffering.
(Forgive me of unsure years. I'm horrible at remembering dates. To me most dates are of moments best left not to be relived.)
So. Tomorrow is a double whammy. A new doctor. But more importantly a visit to the office that fateful day six months ago....
A blog post link from 2012 about my mama and second mom, Emma Lee Hull. ....
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Mommas, mother in laws and life lessons
Tuesday, October 13, 2015
Friday, October 2, 2015
Captain Ds with Chris's mom
Nana bought today. I don't like her to. But my birthday is coming and she wanted to treat me with lunch so I let her.
Do you notice something?
Chris's mom hates waste so
she sticks the gum she's been
chewing on the side
of her food container.
Then begins to chew after dinner.
Ranger
Bought a Ranger for farm. Should have had years ago.
Nieces playing and hauling
few bales of hay for me.
Taking Chris's mom around farm
in the Ranger.
2015 Knoxville zoo trip
only zebra to be found
elephant, one favorite
reason to visit. Two baby gorillas!!! I could
have sat an watched all day long hadn't the
kids elbowed me out!
September 28, 2015
Happy anniversary Chris! ♡♡♡♡ 1996 wow. Where has time gone? (Um. Yeah. Big hair, big dress, big flowers were all the rage way back when...)
Crab leg attack!
Amber (niece), Chris and I to Cherokee, NC for Sunday seafood bar at Harrah's. Chris was attacked by a plate! Picked one up and shattered in his hand. Soon found out Harrah's has their own EMS. Who would have thought?
More blood than you can imagine!
Chris didn't let him slow him down
Luckily he was finished with messy crab legs and on to the steak!
Day trip with great nieces
Started in Vonore at the Sequoyah Birthplace Museum festival. Across 441 to eat crab legs in Cherokee, NC (no joke), back across 441 to Cade's Cove.
Sequoyah Birthplace Museum festival
Me and the greats.
Yummy crab legs.
Cherokee, NC
Sequoyah Birthplace Museum festival
Elk near Cherokee, NC
on 441
Across 441
Great nieces 441
Cade's Cove
People chasing momma bear and 3 cubs in a tree. Spoiled the day for us. And the bear.
No photo can do the Smoky's justice.
I didn't try.
Thursday, October 1, 2015
Saturday, September 5, 2015
Shooter Jennings
Shooter Jennings. I met (saw) him in an airport once around 2005ish?? I was standing in line to board and turned to a friend who was about 10 people back with my eyes as wide as pancakes. I whispered "There's Shooter Jennings!"
He said "what?" I whispered louder (like anyone cared or knew), "Shooter Jennings...Shooter Jennings!" and pointed. Chad still couldn't understand what I was saying so I ran out of line to tell him "Shooter Jennings! That's Shooter Jennings in front of me!!"
I don't think anyone but Chad and I knew who Shooter Jennings was, but maybe. Chad said "you HAVE to get his autograph !" I thought no way, nada. Me? Yeah, like I'd ever do something like that.
He had big, dark sunglasses on, was tiny and it was probably 1am. I sat about two rows back and it was neat listening to he and his band talking excitedly over a new record during the flight. (Not sure the "Carolina" song was on radio yet????)
I called my niece Jessie to tell her I was near Shooter Jennings while getting off the plane. Jessie was engaged to Jason at that time, I think, and Jason loved Shooter Jennings music. Jessie said, "Marna, you HAVE to get his autograph for Jason!" Or maybe Jason heard and said that I had to get his autograph. It's been too long to remember. I said, "I dunno..."
Well, through a set of doors we went and he was alone with his back turned. Bashful and shy I managed to steel myself up and walk over to him. At the wrong time! He was adjusting a big ole outlaw type belt buckle, his shirt and jeans. Thus the reason his back was turned to everyone. (Blush inserted here).
Mortified I blurted out, "Mr. Jennings, my soon to be nephew is a big fan. May I have an autograph for him?"
Geez I thought to myself. He's probably thinking, who is this woman and I guess she's not a fan because she asked for the autograph for someone else. "He said sure!" while finishing buckling his buckle (me, mortified still) and signed something I had. What? I don't remember....
I turned to get outta there thinking Jessie Hutsell Lovingood you better appreciate this and Shooter Jennings did you not learn anything from your dad's life - I hope those big black sunglasses were for being "cool" and incognito, not from drugs at 3 am in the morning. What would Waylon and Jessi Colter think? ;)
Oh, btw, I was then and still am a SJ fan. The autograph wasn't just for Jason. If I weren't a fan and if it was only a task for Jason, I wouldn't have been so nervous and reluctant and accosted him. Geez. What a moment for memories. Maybe I'll go to that concert......
He said "what?" I whispered louder (like anyone cared or knew), "Shooter Jennings...Shooter Jennings!" and pointed. Chad still couldn't understand what I was saying so I ran out of line to tell him "Shooter Jennings! That's Shooter Jennings in front of me!!"
I don't think anyone but Chad and I knew who Shooter Jennings was, but maybe. Chad said "you HAVE to get his autograph !" I thought no way, nada. Me? Yeah, like I'd ever do something like that.
He had big, dark sunglasses on, was tiny and it was probably 1am. I sat about two rows back and it was neat listening to he and his band talking excitedly over a new record during the flight. (Not sure the "Carolina" song was on radio yet????)
I called my niece Jessie to tell her I was near Shooter Jennings while getting off the plane. Jessie was engaged to Jason at that time, I think, and Jason loved Shooter Jennings music. Jessie said, "Marna, you HAVE to get his autograph for Jason!" Or maybe Jason heard and said that I had to get his autograph. It's been too long to remember. I said, "I dunno..."
Well, through a set of doors we went and he was alone with his back turned. Bashful and shy I managed to steel myself up and walk over to him. At the wrong time! He was adjusting a big ole outlaw type belt buckle, his shirt and jeans. Thus the reason his back was turned to everyone. (Blush inserted here).
Mortified I blurted out, "Mr. Jennings, my soon to be nephew is a big fan. May I have an autograph for him?"
Geez I thought to myself. He's probably thinking, who is this woman and I guess she's not a fan because she asked for the autograph for someone else. "He said sure!" while finishing buckling his buckle (me, mortified still) and signed something I had. What? I don't remember....
I turned to get outta there thinking Jessie Hutsell Lovingood you better appreciate this and Shooter Jennings did you not learn anything from your dad's life - I hope those big black sunglasses were for being "cool" and incognito, not from drugs at 3 am in the morning. What would Waylon and Jessi Colter think? ;)
Oh, btw, I was then and still am a SJ fan. The autograph wasn't just for Jason. If I weren't a fan and if it was only a task for Jason, I wouldn't have been so nervous and reluctant and accosted him. Geez. What a moment for memories. Maybe I'll go to that concert......
Sunday, June 14, 2015
Hand Eye Coordianation
Casting For Recovery photo disk finally arrived from the event. I was nervous looking through over 1000 pics! I found this one. I was getting upset and frustrated because i was just discovering 5 years after chemo my brain and hands do not coordinate anymore. I wonder if our instructor saw. She basically had to tie all my knots. All day.
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