Catie, Riley and I are listening to mindless, foot-tapping, bass-thumping, electronically-enhanced pop music. I have to admit I’m enjoying it more than they are (they’re napping through it all), but it’s a day for celebrating.
Not because I had a really bad hair day and wore a sweater to work that I realized (way too late to change) I detested, and definitely NOT because of the pimple on my chin (who still gets pimples at fifty-four??).
But because I finally got around this evening to reading what the oncologist wrote on Catie’s discharge instructions yesterday: bright, alert and responsive…CBC, chemistry, urinalysis – no significant abnormalities noted…she was an excellent girl for us today!
Same biohazard precautions as last time: heavy duty rubber gloves, double-bagging and optional Darth Vader breathing apparatus. Having said that (I’m just kidding about the heavy duty rubber gloves), I am going to check when it’s dark to see just how radioactive this waste material is.
I know it’s silly and no doubt inspired by the music I’ve been listening to for the last hour but I’ve been wondering if a satellite image of our house might just show all the backyard marks lit up like twinkling, anti-cancer wishing stars.
Can you see us?
🙂
