Cancer Sucks

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Lenore is getting her strength back after surgery and appreciating help from my parents (dinners and making Walgreens runs); Dave, Kathy, and Joules (raking and bagging about 300 bags of leaves); Steve (for hauling bags into the garage before it rained); The Measuring Cup ladies (goodies!); and family (a delicious fruit bouquet and a tab at TMC for more goodies). The surgery staples come out Wednesday (see Laura's scar page for documentation!), and we hope to find out just what the heck caused this reoccurrence and how they plan to treat it. The pathology report has the doctor stymied. We're also hoping to get the treatment plan transferred out here to St. Joe's in Elgin, which will be much easier to deal with, especially during rush hour, bad weather, etc.


Lenore spotted many hospital faces during her week-long stay -- I suspect some of them talked to her whilst she was on morphine, but that's another story. Click here to see the full gallery of faces. Here's a face I saw when Lenore was trying to drink all the junk they make you choke down before surgery to "prepare your bowels."


Speaking of hospitals, Lutheran General may be a good one, but accessing it can be a real bitch. Not only is the hospital under construction, there is no way to get there without going through construction -- much of it seems to be a permanent feature of the road system. I've never been on these roads when they've NOT been under construction. But I digress. The other outrage is you have to pay to park there, which just peeves me to no end, especially since the parking is a good block away to begin with, and we're not talking a couple bucks. It's $9. WTF?! It became my personal quest to avoid paying these fees while I was there. In retrospect, it was probably therapeutic that I had something so stupid to be outraged about. I may not be able to conquer cancer (which I will not dignify with a capital C), but dammit, I can stick it to the man!

Day one Lenore had gotten her ticket stamped in the doctor's office, day two I had no cash and they don't take credit cards (again, WTF?), so the surly parking guy just sighed and let me out for free. (Score!) Day three I got out so late there was no one in the booth, and the gate was up, so I booked. I think you're supposed to put money in an envelope slot or some such thing. Yeah, that'll happen. Day four, so many people were trying to get out, they opened the back gate so I zipped out that way. Day five they wanted to charge me five bucks and I offered him three. The guy was baffled and said, "But it's five dollars." I said, "Well, all I got is three, so you can either open the gate or we can sit here all night and talk about it." So then he wanted me to fill out a form so they could bill me for parking there. So I carefully filled out the form. Let's just say Mary Queen of Scots is going to be getting a parking bill. Jerks. It's bad enough you have to be there in the first place without getting soaked to park your damn car. Not that I'm bitter.

In other news, I had to send back the German engineered bifocals, because they were impossible to see out of without getting nauseated. Now I have the old fashioned lined version, which allow me to see without throwing up, but they are also driving me crazy. Lenore thought maybe I should try bigger frames. They are fetching, aren't they.