I say yes, you say no, OR People are Strange

So, WR, is it really your birthday?  My mom used to make me a birthday cake using a rabbit-shaped cake mold.  I don't suppose that would be a good idea, though... eating a rabbit cake.  Doesn't matter anyway, 'cause a certain relative of mine has already claimed the rabbit cake mold and had a mini-tantrum when I pointed out that I had first-hand recollection of its use and hers was just word-of-mouth.  <sigh>

I am feeling really b*tchy lately, for which I apologize.  (Have I been apologizing a lot, lately?  Seems like it.)  I've posted some comments I probably wouldn't have made if I'd been in a more conciliatory mood.

I should be happy.  We spent all of last week and this past weekend on our boat, which was finally repaired after being crunched in last year's tornado.  (The anniversary of that horrific day is this coming Friday -- the 27th -- as we've been reminded in every newspaper and on every TV news show.  Some people in my state will never forget that date, much as they wish they could.)  Anyway, the repairs seem to be finished, although we're not too happy with some of the workmanship.  We ought to be happy, of course, that it wasn't a house, or a life, being repaired.  That type of damage takes much longer to heal.

Blah blah blah.  Had my 4-year checkup with my med onco yesterday.   All is well, she says; but deep inside I keep waiting to hear the other shoe drop.  I have never been this pessimistic in my life.  It's as if my whole sense of self-confidence was turned upside down, and it still hasn't recovered.  One of my chemo sisters sent each of us a really cute and appropriate gift, though -- it's one of those angel figures, and she's holding a shovel.  It's supposed to be "Angel of the Garden," but we're all calling it the "shovel-wielding angel" and holding it in reserve in case one of us needs to have something buried because some things just don't burn completely.

My onco did say she is thinking she will recommend I stop taking Arimidex after my 5th year, which will be about 15 months from now.  She said getting lots of exercise and exchanging some of my post-menopause pounds for muscle will provide as much benefit as staying on an AI after 5 years, at least for me (Stage I yadda yadda yadda).

Hugs to all, and happy BD to WR.

otter

otter, if you are referring to your post about the Brita filters - I see nothing wrong with it - I agree 100 percent. It is a suspect post. Sorry that you feel so down!

Oh dear Sun - wish I could help. I'd call your Pcp first though. It could be anything.

Sun - Have you started taking anything new recently?  Changed your diet?  How are your calcium levels?  Maybe you've depleted your vit D stores over the winter?

The fatigue and low energy could also be caused by the drop in vitamin D.  

It really could be anything.  Don't panic just yet! 

Sunnyflowers ... Is vitamin D3 the one we get from the sunshine?  Maybe you're just in desperate need of some nice warm sunny days.  I know how it feels to get run down and fear the worst.  I think a call to your PCP is a good idea.  Are your numbers normal or low normal?

Otter .. I understand that feeling of agitation.  I hope you feel better soon.  I'm glad your boat is working again.  Do you fish when you go boating?  BTW ... I read your recent posts and you don't sound crabby.

hugs,

Bren

WR - sorry about the kitty - so sad. Enjoy your birthday steak.

Sunflowers - go outside and have some sun and try not to worry. I haven't got a clue what my D3 reading is, not sure if onc ever tested it.

We have a public holiday for Anzac Day today - the toaster fried itself this morning, so I hope the shops are open later so I can get a new one.

Bummer on the toaster, susie!  I hate it when appliances misbehave.  Why don't things last 40 years like they used to?

I finally got my pain meds at 5:30 tonight, well after the pain moved in and made my joints its permanent home.  It's hard to control it once it reaches that point.  Next time, I will call in a refill TWO weeks ahead of time.  *muttering about crappy staff people*

Happy happy birthday to our dear WhiteRabbit!  Hope you're enjoying it despite losing your fur baby.  HUGS!

In other news, horsey purchase is smoothly moving forward and all of the pieces are in place.  We're waiting for the final gear to turn (vet prepurchase exam) and we can launch Project Horsey!  Yay!

Ridin'Scoot

Scoot -- Are we having a horse-naming contest, or has he already been so blessed?

The horse has a tragic background - his father dropped dead at age 6 from either a blood clot or aneurysm.  The father's mother died giving birth to him, as did her mother before her.  The breeder named him "For-Too-it-ous" because she wanted a lucky name after so much tragedy (and because the "For...Too" comes from his dad's name).  

My sister's also buying a horse - my horse's full sister!   

I wasn't sure - I didn't want to start throwing around dams and sires lest someone accuse me of being foul-mouthed AND despotic!

Wow Scoot - I'm impressed you have room for a horse - I wish we lived on big land. I love his name - so cool.

One bright hope - the factory outlet centre out near the airport is open this afternoon - not sure if any of the stores there sell appliances, but I could look for shoes

Sunflowers - I'm with you there - probably a good idea to see what's going on.

(((((((((HUGS)))))))))

Girls - I am SO embarrassed - I am the world's worst housekeeper. For ages now I keep meaning to vacuum under our bed and clean up the wall behind the bed head. Finally, today, I got Steve to pull the bed away from the wall before he went to golf - WOW dust bunnies like you have never ever seen before all up the wall and all over the bed and under it. I am proud to say I've cleaned behind most of the furniture in our room now except for Steve's drawers and my dressing table (too big to move). After I've been to the factory outlet I might even polish the furniture. Why can't I have a cleaning lady like most people seem to have. Years ago, I took a month off work and spring cleaned the whole house - even had a spreadsheet set up to track the work I had to do. Who gets time in this day and age when working is all we seem to have time for and can't afford not to do.

Wait....you're supposed to vacuum under the bed??

Belated Happy birthday Ms. Bunny!  I hope there were lots of tasty carrots and carrot like substitutes in your celebration.

Interesting about the Vit d & calcium.  hmmmm will have to consider asking doctors about that.  I keep my Vit D drops in my drawer at work and another container in my bag.  That way I get roughly 1000 a day if you average it all out.  I am tired and fatigued but I think that is more from waking up too early and going to bed too late.

scuttlers! don't do that when I'm drinking my coffee!  As for those dust bunnies under the bed, you know if you are a slacker type who just lets the whole bed thing (springs and mattress) sit on the floor, there is no place for the dust bunnies to go! 

But seriously susie if you want a cleaning lady why not hire one?  Maybe just the twice a month kind to keep things under control and take the strain off you?

Today is a gray sort of day that suits my mood perfectly.  I have a slew of doctor appointments starting with that MRI check-up I've been putting off for so long.  Then a couple hours later, I get the results from the breast surgeon.  I have no reason to think there will be something wrong but you know how it is. 

DH was supposed to be coming with me but I discovered he had forgotten to write the appointments down and booked something for himself during the middle of it all.  I have chosen not to remind him and make him miss his thing.  He is soooo overloaded dealing with my mother (she is a non-stop talker and he is a quiet loner type guy) and her many dr appts and the chemo and the kids stuff (science project, baseball, chaperoning out of town sporting events) as well as our friend who has been in hospital for over a week with a bacterial infection   --all the stress on him sort of scares me that DH is going to have a heart attack or something.  So I am going to put on the big girl panties and do these appointments myself and hope that the thing he is doing for himself is helpful for his stress level.

MRI at 9:45 PCT, surgeon at 12:30  Allons-y!