I would imagine all three of my children remember the time when I, riding the down escalator, got a particular gleam in my eye, said “I can do this” and started to run up the down escalator to where they were all standing. I made it to the top, where I tripped/sprawled forward, packages et al. In one of my proudest mama-moments, none of my children reacted by pretending that they did not know me. In fact, they all came running to make sure I was okay.
I posted this observation and video on Facebook the other day, knowing my kids would get a kick out of it. I have always had a ‘can-do‘ attitude. However, sometimes can-do and my knack for risk taking pair up and invite poor judgement along for the ride as well, generally to the detriment of my health.
Per wit: this morning I had a dust-up with a dresser, and the dresser won. It began innocently enough, as I made the decision to relocate a lamp. En route to its final resting spot, I saw that my path was blocked by an assortment of boxes, scattered clothes hangers and loose papers. At that moment, I should have turned back. But no…
My left foot caught in the hem of my bathrobe, and I stepped right onto the slippery pile of papers. Disaster. Focussed on not dropping/breaking the lamp, I pitched face first into the corner of the dresser. The lamp was fine, and (miraculously) only the glass vitrine that crashed to the floor was broken. Truly, I could have done so much more damage.
The area around my left eye is a bit scratched up and may yet develop into a shiner. Hopefully I learned something though. The willingness to surmount obstacles is undoubtedly a useful quality, but not when undermined by foolhardy impulsivity. First, do no harm.
What’s not caked in snow is coated in ice…
I am rather certain I’ve used that particular title before, but it really can be so apt. My trip to Baltimore came to a conclusion on Sunday, just after the storm that passed through. The back of my car was nothing compared to the front (although I had only a CD case with which to scrape off the layer of ice):
There’s a car under there somewhere…
A plastic coat hanger filled in for a shovel and a mere twenty minutes later, I pulled out of the airport parking lot (thank goodness for four wheel drive).
That was forty-eight hours ago and I’ve squeezed more excitement in since. However, real life beckons as do the looming pile of boxes. So—tonight, I will begin recounting the events of the past few weeks. Hasta la vista…
It has been six of the craziest weeks of my life ever. The move to Lowell was a trip (make that several) and I couldn’t have done it without my friends—I know I am an inveterate over-promiser, but details to follow once I’ve got a real moment. I’ll just add that I love my new home…but first, I’ve got a big day ahead of me.
I am, in fact, in a hotel in Baltimore. Some months ago I agreed to be a peer reviewer for the DOD CDMRP again. This was before I understood that my life was about to go kablooey. I participated in the online cycle (for the third time), but am now in Baltimore for the live version of peer reviewing. I can’t begin to do this experience justice in the few minutes I now have….so this too will be revisited.
And about that cancer (mine). I had a scan review a week ago and it has also been busy, but not excessively so. Dr. Shaw figures I can sit this out for at least another month.
To put it (the cancer) into quick perspective, the largest lesion, nodule, or consolidated mass is 4 by 1.9 cm. There are several smaller nodules in both lungs and a hazy area which is also becoming more consolidated. A respectable amount of malignancy and yet, as I continue to feel remarkably well, the plan is to hold off on a treatment decision until after the holidays.
And now, I must hop into the shower before I head downstairs to serve my country (a little cheeky, but hey, it’s not everyday that I’m a contractor for the Department of Defense).