As part of the comprehensive care I’m receiving, I had an MRI on Monday evening. (I’ll post more about it at another time.) The reason for an MRI pre-breast surgery is to make sure there are no other areas of concern.
Monthly Archives: October 2009
Update: Meeting with the Surgeon
This is another one of those icky posts.
PhotoHunt: Sports
Weekly Silliness: Lightning
A segment from the amazing street performance by the “Glissendo” troupe at a French art festival: “Lightning” by Philip Glass. Concept and technical design by Ulik (the mechanical clown).
Astrological-Based Scheduling
There are a number of astrological “rules” for scheduling surgery and although I am not a professional astrologer, I know enough to seek out this knowledge and try to incorporate it into my treatment. Rules is in quotes because we don’t always get to choose the time or date, and because the most important factor is not related to astrology, but to the surgeon’s competence. That said, if you have the luxury to participate in the scheduling of your surgery, there are several things to look for, or plan around.
Marriage
An unexpected part of the drama that is my cancer life (as opposed to my real life) is the realization that I need to go through a number of legal hoops to ensure that, if necessary, J. can speak on my behalf when I can’t. For example, when I am unconscious during the upcoming surgery.
PhotoHunt: Words
The first page of the original Alice in Wonderland. Taken at the British Library in London, April 2007.
and a bonus one:
A Visit From Rabbit
A few weeks ago, I had several encounters with Rabbit.
Although we live in a populated suburb, surrounded by warehouses and housing developments, there is a strong natural component that remains from the years when this was a fertile valley filled with farms. Of course there are the seagulls, crows, ducks, pigeons, and geese. Almost daily I see red-tailed hawks, for example. A Great Blue Heron lives in several ponds and lakes nearby, and in the spring we see many bunnies along the bike paths and walkways. Tiny little things, they go tharn at the sight of us until they can’t stand our nonstop approach and flee into the brush. I’m not talking about them, I’m talking about Rabbit.