:: I forgot to mention that on the day of Port surgery, yet another super elderly volunteer led us into a prep room in the short-stay unit at Providence. Her name was Elma. We followed her at snail's pace into the room. She gave me a bag for my shoes then crossed to a cupboard to retrieve three more bags for my shoes (I was wearing flip flops - one pair.) After some discussion we agreed that what was missing was a bag for my clothes.
But I suppose it makes sense that all the Providence volunteers would be very senior citizens. They're in a good place for when the inevitable happens.
:: Late yesterday I was sufficiently recovered to attend a swimming party for my nephew, Max, at The Waverly Country Club (swank, exclusive retreat for the wealthy.) I wore part of my cancer-treatment disguise: complete all-over-body protection from the sun, huge sun glasses - but no hat yet. Am still sporting the ultra-blond, pixie cut provided gratis by the lovely Alissa at Tiger Tiger (tigertigersalon.com) as a pre-empt for inevitable baldness.
Once seated in complete shade I was able to survey the scene - a scene that included a huge, fancy birthday party for some 4-year-old twins that looked more like a wedding: white table cloths on long trestle tables, matching balloons and floral arrangements, huge bbq and full bar, and hundreds of guests - you know, standard procedure for celebrating the fourth year of life.
Imagine my peaked interest when we spotted Michelle Williams with her little girl Mathilda wandering among the partying throngs. What the F? Is Portland, OR that hip? Or just a retreat from all the shenanigans and Heath references surrounding the opening of The Dark Knight? And then imagine how appalled and concerned I was for them when the birthday party entertainment showed up: a clown. Someone wasn't thinking.
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Clowns. Never a good idea.
Hey Bex. Obviously not really how or why I wanted to get back into your world, but here we both are.
You sound good -- I think my hair is scheduled to falll sometime next week from the brain radiation..so I have been gathering hats and scarves...I am so NOT a hat and scarf person.
Luckily, Lynette has also dropped off some hot wigs for me to try, as to not terrify Lucie's kindergarten class.
Good luck with the chemo...I am ancy to start, strange as it may seem...but I guess the brain tumors need to be zapped first so I don't bleed out unnecessarily...good plan, that.
Take care - stay strong -- MP
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