The thing that really bothers me is being so weak. I get insanely jealous when I think about all the things people are doing, when I can hardly go up and down a flight of stairs without getting out of breath. The yard looks very nice, thanks to the energetic labor of Terry and the young man who has been helping. Terry has figured out how to feed us, and he is doing a fine job, just fixing simple things.
My "team" is finally coming together: the GP, the oncology nurse, the pulmonologist and the oncologist are coordinating my treatment now. The first step is chemotherapy, which I can probably undergo in Hilo. I definitely would prefer to be at home for that. It feels like an eternity since I embarked on this great adventure, but it's been less than a month. The diagnostics do take a while, seeming like an eternity when it's YOU and you are thinking every day about that cancer growing inside of you.
I may go to Honolulu to get my lung tapped of fluid and for a talk with my oncologist.
So that's my personal battle.
Things certainly are heating up on the political front, and it isn't even spring yet. Just about everyone has been wrong about what would happen after the election, and people are starting to panic as they realize that Trump does not give a damn about the masses. Woe is us!
But this lovely dendrobium blooming on a Hapu'u fern in my backyard is not in the least perturbed.