December 18, 2025 The Verdict. Finally, the visit with the haemotologist/oncologist. There was the good news, if cancer can ever be good news, the lymphoma is stage one and hasn't spread anywhere other than my neck. 6 to 8 cycles of chemo should take care of it. Then the bad news. He scrolled down the pet scan to the lungs and pointed out a tiny spot in the middle of my left lung. Not likely to be lymphoma but there isn't a clue what it is as of now. He's calling it stage four. That sounds scary. I will be getting that biopsied on January 6. He wants to hold off on the chemo until he finds out exactly what it is so the chemo cocktail can be adjusted accordingly. I like this doctor; he explains things well and anticipated almost every question I had. Next step the chemo port installation in two days.
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December 15, 2024 A quilty interlude. Before Dad passed at one month short of 104 I was helping clean out closets and drawers. In one drawer were several quilt tops and some applique blocks my great grandmother had made. I estimated the blocks to be about 100 years old, made in the 1920s. They were brown with age so I wasn't sure If I could restore them or not. They were appliqued on a muslin that felt almost like a lightweight canvas, We sure don't have any muslin like that now. I held my breath and soaked them in Oxyclean for about six hours. The Oxyclean took away almost all the brown, just leaving a few light stains. I put them together with red sashing. Not quilted yet but here it is:
The Chemo Chronicles
December 14, 2024 Eight years later.... We survived the pandemic, three of the orchid plants are miraculously still alive, my oldest daughter passed, my son is moving to Columbia and Kipling crossed the Rainbow Bridge last year at the respectable age of 17. I have quilted up a storm and have quilts piled in every closet and corner. I have little cartiledge left in my wrists so must wear braces on both hands which is why there will be many typos in spite of proofreading. My days of typing 70 wpm are gone. Life has been mostly good. Until recently. So now there will be the CANCER CHRONICLES. With occasional pictures of cats, quilts, and plants of course. It started last summer. I thought I had a piece of grape peel stuck in my throat. I drank a lot of water, gargled with soda pop, but it wouldn't go away. It gave me a sore throat. I'm used to sore throats; I get them with my allergies. Fall arrived and my voice left. Laryngitis I thought but...