Hi there

I know it's been awhile since I posted, and I even have some things to talk about.

This past week I had my last three-month checkup with my oncologist, with bloodwork and a chest X-ray a few days beforehand. All were OK! I will see her next in December. The six-month checkups will continue for three years, I think -- until I am five years out -- and then it will just be once a year until I reach 10 years out. I still have a mammogram coming up Tuesday and then a visit with my surgeon the week after that. My oncologist did recommend I get an MRI in conjunction with mammograms from now on, as new research recommends for women with a high risk of breast cancer. I plan to ask my surgeon about this, but I can probably guess what she will say, since she and my oncologist work pretty closely. I'll have to go to Wichita to get it done, because there are some requirements for that they can't meet here.

Anyway, not much more than that has really been going on. Today I kind of wasted much of the day playing a new game I found, Bowmaster, kind of a defend your castle/capture the flag type game. I got to level 20, and it's not real fast-paced game, so you can guess how much time I wasted. But I redeemed myself somewhat, when during a break from the game, I saw on a local Web site that the local Habitat for Humanity was having regular build days for the house they're building here for a family on Fridays and Saturdays. It's the group's first house, and they've had some trouble getting the volunteer work going. There was just a small crew there -- the husband/father of the family getting the house, a married couple and then an older guy. They were all pretty nice, and I got to pound a few nails, help put together a corner piece for the framing, and help put up a couple pieces of framing for the garage. It was kind of fun, and a good way to spend the afternoon. My wrist can really feel the effects of the pounding, though.

Tomorrow will probably be some mowing, and more reading. Yesterday, I finished up The Yiddish Policemen's Union by Michael Chabon. I liked it OK enough, but it took awhile to get into. I didn't know before reading it that it takes place in an alternate reality, so I spent the first couple of chapters wondering what the heck was going on. Then it took a few chapters to get my mind wrapped around that concept. But once I settled in, it was OK, if not maybe a bit too long.

Now I'm reading something a bit lighter, a mystery ba David Rosenfelt called Play Dead. I passed it over once or twice already at the library, because I wasn't sure how I'd handle a story involving dogs, but I'm enjoying it, really.

It's getting late, and I've already spent more than enough time on the computer today, so time to say goodnight.

Almost summer

It's the evening before the first day of summer, and although it was a hot one today, it's right nice out now. The sky is darkening, the fireflies are rising, cicadas buzzing and robins and mourning doves singing their final songs of the day as a breeze rustles the tree leaves.

We are, however, without water, as a water main down the street that is being worked on was broken or burst.

This last week, we have been tracking our radio-listening habits for Arbitron. Since I worked in radio about a decade or so ago, I am kind of aware of how much I do or don't listen to the radio. Mostly I listen to just one or two, and once in awhile I'll tune in to the station I worked for, when I can get it in the car or on the Net. Actually, working in the biz ruined me for listening to music, period, for about three years. So much so that my "21st century" playlist on my iPod is the shortest. I don't know who half the artists are now. Makes me feel old.

Not much else is going on, really. It's been pretty quiet. I still miss Nipper, but Mom and I can laugh about our memories now. I miss having a dog around, but I'm not sure the time is right just yet.

Well, the bugs are starting to gather round the glow of the laptop, so I guess I'll finish up and go sit in the backyard for awhile and watch the fireflies and the bats. It's too nice out not to enjoy it.

The reunion

The reunion was lots of fun. We had about half the class members there, along with all the spouses and rugrats. Well, some of them were too old to be called "rugrats." Quite a few classmates of mine have kids in high school, and even college. Man, we ARE old.

There were only a few people I didn't recognize right off the bat. Mostly, we look the same, just older. And a lot of the kids look just like their parents. I know, duh, but when you see them side by side for the first time, it's kind of suprising.

We started the day with lunch in the park, mingling and getting caught up. Most of them had a head start on me, as they'd all met at the Horseshoe on Friday night. From what they were saying, it was pretty wild. And the class packed the place. So lunch was probably a bit quieter, heh.

Later on, we had dinner at a swanky new restaurant in town that was more swank than anything else. But one of the classmates had prepared a Power Point presentation of pictures from yearbooks back to middle school and then and now pics of our senior portraits and family pics we sent him. It was funny, and touching, and great to see. He's going to put the presentation, along with photos from the weekend and from our 10th reunion, as well as some other info onto a DVD for everyone. It's a lot of work, I'm sure, but greatly appreciated.

We also got to tour the high school, which has changed a lot since we were there. They started building a whole new section in our senior year, but didn't finish it until after we were gone. So for a lot of people it was the first time they'd seen the changes. And we were told we were the first class to get a tour. It helps that the current principal was in our class!

Overall, it was a great weekend, and Sunday I was just exhausted. I needed to do laundry, but ended up doing nothing more than watching the "KyleXY" marathon on Family Channel.

And then some sad news came yesterday. One of the members of my breast cancer support group died Saturday evening. She had entered hospice care about a couple months ago, realizing that she was just prolonging the inevitable. She was still getting out for awhle, but I guess the last couple weeks took a turn for the worse. I didn't know her all that well, but I admired how she faced knowing that her end was near. She had great faith in God, and said even though she was sad her time here would be ending, she approached it with joy as well because it meant she would be in God's glory. At Friday's Relay for Life, she had so many luminaries in her honor -- all the way around the track, you saw her name again and again. I'm sure many were from fellow members of her church, which was just across the street from the school. I don't know if any of her family made it there to see them all. I hope they did, and that they were able to tell her about it.

Rest in peace, Carol.

Relay

This year, I made it to the local Relay for Life. I stayed a lot longer than I had planned to, but I'm glad I did. It does the soul some good to see how many people are willing to give their time to help others -- or maybe themselves.

I signed in at the survivor's tent and got my T-shirt and sat down with a few sisters from my support group. They had sandwiches and cheese and fruit and veggie trays, which was great since I didn't go home or get something to eat. At 7 p.m. it was time for the opening ceremonies and the survivor lap. Our support group gathered behind our banner, and somehow we ended up leading off the procession. The photo intern from the newspaper where I work was there, but I'm not sure he recognized me and I probably ended up in a lot of his shots. He just started this week, so I guess it didn't register who I was in my non-work clothes.

That first lap was much like riding in the college's homecoming parade last fall. As we rounded the first turn of the school track, where the teams had pitched their campsites, they stood and applauded all the survivors. It wasn't just the bright sun making our eyes sting. As one of my sisters said, who would have thought you would get applause just for being alive? But we got our chance to honor those teams who have worked so hard through the year with their fundraisers and are still walking now, until sunrise tomorrow. Each joined the parade as we passed by their camps and then took their own lap, so we clapped and cheered as they passed by.

I took a few laps myself over the next hour or so to look at the luminaries. There were quite a few for several of the group's members -- some in memory of the two who have died. I didn't find one with my name on it, but I think the support group's board purchased one for everyone. There were also several for I believe the father of someone I went to junior high school with. There was also one for Tammy Faye and one for Farah Fawcett.

One of our members was the first speaker during the luminary ceremony, which took place about 10 p.m., after all had been "lit" (they used those battery-operated tea lights) and it became dark. She did a great job. After all the speakers and songs, I decided I was pretty tired and decided to take off, and got home about 11 p.m.

I took a hot shower, as I could feel those few laps in my legs, and I've thrown a few clothes in the washing machine so I have something clean to wear tomorrow. I'll be going to my hometown for my 20th class reunion. I got the car washed today but sill need to clean out the inside -- don't want them to think I'm still a slob -- so I'll do that and dry my clothes in the morning. For now, though I'd better turn in.

A couple photos

I finished off one roll of film last week of shots around the yard and garden, and found an old roll that I wasn't sure what was on it. Got them back today. The old roll was from January, after the end-of-the-year ice storm. Not any shots that remarkable on it, but the last one was of Nipper:

I guess I was going for a shot like The Dog. Sure shows off his pretty eyes.

The other, from a few weeks ago, was this oriole I managed to keep in the frame somehow: