Thursday, March 6, 2014
Some years (it has probably been at least 12 to 15 years) ago Mr. Fixit had some sort of medical procedure (we can’t remember exactly what it was) at the same hospital his current problem is being treated.
At that time, after we left the business office, a volunteer escorted us to our destination. I guessed her age at about 80. She had really nice white hair and a gleam in her eye. As we started our trek to the bowels of the hospital, I had to trot to keep up with her. When we reached our destination, I was panting so badly I could hardly speak to thank her for her help.
After I caught my breath, I remarked to Mr. Fixit about her physical ability, and said I hoped I could move half as fast as she did if I reached her age.
Yesterday we had an appointment for Mr. Fixit’s biopsy in the same hospital. I was surprised to see this same lady there still escorting people to their assigned service area. I mentioned the fact that she was still working and remarked on her energy. Another employee heard our conversation and told us the volunteer is 96 years old.
When it was our turn to be taken to Radiology, she escorted us. As we walked down those long halls with numerous turns, I noted that she had slowed down. I didn’t had to trot to keep up with her, but I did have to walk as fast as my legs would go.
I wondered later if she had slowed her pace for us two old people.
She has my admiration.
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
I think I’ve found the absolute worse thing, other than complete mental and physical breakdown, since we have been dealing with Mr. Fixit medical issues. I think that I am losing my independence. I have always been very independent. My mother told me that I was too independent, but I realized quite early in my life that things work out better for me if I don’t let myself depend on others. If I can’t be totally independent, for instance, financially, I hope that I have contributed in other ways to sort of repay that dependence.
When our sons came to put down our new kitchen flooring, I felt like I wasn’t doing my share of the work. When Mr. Fixit was in good shape, we could work together on most jobs and not ask for help. With him not being able to help, I found that I couldn’t do everything I wanted to do. I didn’t get all the furniture out of the dining room and I didn’t have time to remove the old tile or remove the moldings. These are things we would have done together if all were right in our world. As it is, the boys had to take up the tile, remove the molding, move some of the furniture, plus lay the new flooring. Then after it was done, they had to help me put the furniture back and replace the old molding with new. It still grates on me that I was so dependent of someone else.
Then a few days later I saw any article written for adult children who think it’s time to take financial oversight of their parents. It felt as if someone had thrown ice water in my face. Is this in our future? I only hope that doesn’t happen to us.
If I lost my independence, I would be losing ME.
Thursday, February 27, 2014
Ours sons and one grandson came over to replace the kitchen floor which was so bad it was embarrassing. I had requested linoleum because I am so messy in the kitchen. I spill, drip, and scatter no matter how hard I try to be neat while cooking.
Jason and his wife have hardwood floors in their kitchen. They have had to replace sections several times when the icemaker or dishwasher leaked. I decided my being messy and having an icemaker and dishwasher, linoleum was the only viable floor covering for me.
The linoleum I picked looks like wood and is textured. In fact, the texture makes it hard to use a broom. You can only sweep with the grain, and then it’s hard to sweep up all the dust, crumbs and the pine needles Mr. Fixit tracks in from outdoors. I decided to try an electric broom.
(The floor is actually evened toned; the flash distorts the color.)
Off to Wal-Mart! I chose a Eureka! lightweight vacuum cleaner. I think the model name is Quick-Up. It weighs only a couple of pounds. The head is as wide as the steps making it easy to vacuum the stairs. (I hate trying to vacuum the stairs!) It has the rotating brushes in the head to clean carpets, but it doesn’t do a great job; however, I didn’t buy it to use on the carpeting.
In short, it was cheap, it’s lightweight, and it does a good job on the linoleum in the kitchen and downstairs bathroom and the porcelain tile in the upstairs bathroom.
Of course, I don’t know about its reliability since I’ve only had it a few days. If it breaks down any time soon, you can bet I will be complaining about it, retracting every nice thing I’ve said.
Sunday, February 23, 2014
It seems like spring is just around the corner. I saw one little crocus in the yard, but the prediction is for low temps next week in the 20's. It's been very nice for the last few days.
Owen had a dance competition this weekend. Mr. Fixit felt better so we went. His class won the top prize in both hip-hop and and the production number competitions. Owen did great as usual.
There was one act from another school that featured the kids' dads. These guys were average Joe's ranging in age from what seemed to be mid 20's to early 40's. These 15 guys danced their hearts out. There was one who was a little older with a bit of a tummy hanging over his belt, but he put his all into it. One guy even did a little break dancing. It was great that these dads are willing to work so hard for their daughters.
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Mr. Fixit had his post-op appointment with the kidney surgeon yesterday. He said Mr. Fixit was progressing well.
When he told us on the first visit that 93% of kidney tumors were malignant, I was hoping that Mr. Fixit would be one of the 7%. Someone has to be in that 7%, right? Why couldn’t it be him? It was not to be. Not only was it bigger than we had thought, it was cancer.
At least, it’s gone and they saw no indication that it had spread into other parts of the abdomen.
We still have to see about the lungs. We have an appointment with that doctor this coming Friday.
I think Mr. Fixit is handling it as well as anyone could. When he was in pain, he was depressed, but that is to be expected. It’s difficult to put on a happy face when you are hurting and facing the unknown.
We have been going out a little. I think that helps him, too. At least the weather is co-operating. It was in the 70’s today.