One of my favorite shows of all time is Thirtysomething. It remains my favorite of all the series/dramas. I know it was a little Whineysomething sometimes. I didn't care. I loved it.
There was a poignent (and Emmy-winning) series of episodes when one of the characters, Nancy, figoes through the process of being diagnosed with ovarian cancer, and I kept thinking about that a lot this past couple of weeks. Up to the point when they told me I didn't have cancer, it was an identical process, and I could relate to closely to it. Thankfully I don't have cancer, but Nancy did OK too. She's all grown up now and playing a bitchy woman on Brothers and Sisters. That's what i call a survivor.
Three funny things stood out from those episodes that I have seen in parallel here:
1. Nancy was overrun with banana bread. I am overrun with fruit. I am happy because I have been eating mostly fruit and yogurt for the past four days. But I will enough apples and oranges for all the kids' Christmas stockings.
2. I don't understand this no driving thing. OK, I understand it while I'm in darvocet land, but seriously, to quote Nancy in one episode, since when do you need ovaries to drive a car? What, are they nature's GPS?
3. The menopausal symptoms that come from dead ovaries (I know guys, TMI) well they happen fast. I'm already starting on the hot flashes (or is it a fever breaking) and the insomnia!
But we had a delightful Mexican meal (with veggie soup for today) brought over by three of my students -- Rachel Stubbs, Angel Wallace, and Katie Parker. And Jodie is coming to visit shortly. April just called to check in. I have beautiful, glorious flowers to look at, and the mail continues to bring cards and notes. And I have lots of friends emailing and posting to cheer me. My brother in law Ron mailed me a classic cookbook and a Bette Hagman GF book (yay!) which I've been reading while relaxing.
Today I even did a few chores. I did laundry and unloaded the dishwasher and cleaned the bathroom a little. Now I have to go put laundry in the dryer. Randy is taking a nap. He took Jeffrey to work at 8 for me and will probably escort him to the grocery store this afternoon.
I hope to be back in a couple of days with a recipe for something likely involving fruit.
Much love, and healing