Last Saturday after my “shearing” I went to the nearby market for milk. It is a small market with an interesting selection of items but because it is not part of one of the chains it is very expensive…at least to my eyes. I came out with a quart of milk and a bunch of tulips. It is amazing the joy a $3.99 bunch of flowers can bring to a person.
For nearly a week now I have watched them in the vase by my chair as they perform that dance that tulips do. Yes, even in a vase they continue to grow and they twist and turn to find the light. It’s hard to find as my only window faces north but sometimes they used the lamp on the table.
Back in the day when tulips had their own stock exchange in Amsterdam and trading in the bulbs could make or break your fortune I would not have been able to afford these seasonal beauties.
Tulips always remind me of one of my favorite Italian films. The English title is “Bread and Tulips”. I’ve seen it several times and when I got my cancer diagnosis this time I decided I deserved a treat and bought myself a copy of it. At the bottom of the front cover it says “Imagine your life. Now go live it”. That is exactly what I plan to do. The movie is about a woman who is taken for granted by her family and ends up being left behind at a rest stop on a family bus trip. It is a while before they miss her and by the time they get back she has already hitch-hiked trying to catch up. But life takes a different turn and so does she. She goes to the city of my dreams. Venice. See the movie. It’s delightful. Yes, there are subtitles….you don’t have to know Italian. Please understand that I do not feel neglected by family and friends…my identification with the main character is only the desire to move my life to Venice…eventually.
Oh, you say you are here for my news? Well, it has been a very good day today. Chemo was yesterday. My fifth treatment. I told Dr. X that I always feel really good, almost normal, on Thursdays. He smiled and said that it’s the steroids that are included in the anti side effect drugs. Their side effect is that they also give me heartburn. Fixed that today…bought some Tums.
My really good news it that yesterday Dr. X took another CA 125 test. This is the blood test that he did at our first visit and came back with the results of my level being 165 and normal being 0-35. This led to a Pet scan, a biopsy and chemo. He called me this morning at 8:50 with the results…18! This means the chemo is working. He made my day. It’s almost worth losing my hair. And as we all know there can be setbacks but for now I am doing my happy dance.
Oh, and those prayers, good thoughts and candles lit in churches around the world, including Venice, are working too.
And since he asked to be included…here is Diavolo in one of his favorite sleeping positions:
And me after five weeks of chemo.