Out and about

Things are looking up! Yesterday was a sunny, temperate day, and I sat outside on the front porch in my robe and pj bottoms and comfy Lambchop slippers. My friend Bonnie had brought football cookies and a kugel, and while we chatted our sons goofed around in the yard. Civia stopped by with a taco/cream cheese ball thing for which I need the recipe, and she chatted with us for a few minutes. The dogs got out, too, and apparently Molly decided to stop traffic on Union Mill Road before the boys could get her. For the record, I don't want the dogs out there. Ever. They have the whole fenced in backyard, and when I can walk them on leashes, I do. Anyway ... Libby came (from Florida to take care of me, so wonderful), my mom came, Jill came, and we all watched the fantastic Super Bowl together.

Today has been just as lovely. The visiting nurse checked me this morning, and she was happy to see me up and about. All my stats are fine, and she helped me fit into the new sports bra Ken bought me yesterday (he says I owe him big time for sending him bra shopping!). I was so empowered by the nurse's good news, I decided I wanted to go to Target with Libby. I put on workout clothes because they're stretchy and warm, and after getting everything together we headed out to the van ... which was dead! Someone who refuses to take responsibility left two lights on and killed the battery. I started to cry, and Libby was surprised. She said surely it's not the worst thing going on in my life. Kind of hard to explain, though. The big things, I have to tackle constantly. The little surprises and setbacks when I think I'm moving forward, that's what sometimes puts me over the edge. Here I was, all ready to do something important, and the stupid car (I love my car) wouldn't start. Libby took care of that so quickly, though. She had AAA here in 10 minutes, and we made it to Target about 30 minutes later. No charge for the jump start.

I tell you, I'm so glad for those scooters. I was so happy to be at Target! I ran into my friend Debbie and some other people, including one who doesn't even know what's going on (which was nice). She asked why I was in the scooter, and I said I had surgery. She didn't pry, she just helped Libby get me and our purchases into the car.

My next update will probably be Wednesday. I have an appointment with Czerniecki, and he'll have pathology results by then. I'm kind of nervous, as usual. Cross your fingers!