LOSING ONE’S HAIR
It can be a terrible experience, especially for women, although it can be hard for men also.
I am starting my third week at the Lodge That Gives, a Cancer Society sponsored, home away from home, for people being treated for cancer at the Dickson building in Halifax. I am a man, and already bald, but there are a lot of ladies in the lodge that are losing their hair, but they couldn’t be in a better place while going through this terrible part of their lives. People come and go as they start or finish their treatment, there are appx 34 people there at any given time, and it is one great support group. After the first couple of days every one relaxes a bit as they get to know others, and they soon realise that everyone is in the same boat, fighting one or another type of cancer, and before long they are joking around, and staring this disease in the face, ready to fight it with every ounce of strength in their body. There is no charge to stay, and every effort is made to make everyone feel welcome, and at home. I thank the Cancer Society, and everyone who supports it, for this facility and the support it gives the many people battling this terrible disease. This is a little story, that shows a positive attitude to this situation. A Lady woke up one morning and looked at her head after weeks of chemo therapy, and saw that she only had three hairs on her head. So she said to herself, what am I going to do with my hair today, I think I will braid it. The next morning she found only two hairs on her head and she said to herself, I think I will make pigtails today. The next day there was only one hair on her head, she thought to herself, great, this is the perfect day for a pony tail. Fight on everyone, this disease will be beaten.
Untill next time, The Old Goat.
A SNOW DAY
I just got back from snowshoeing, I’m out of breath, but feeling great. The neighbours dog accompanied me, and I enjoy his company, but he follows to closely and keeps treading on the back of the snowshoe, nearly tipping me over, I have to work on getting him to go ahead. The problem with that, for him, is that the snow was so deep today, that the trail was hard for him to find, but I think that we both had a good workout. I just got back from two days in Halifax, during this terrible weather we have just had, two hours to get into Dartmouth, and two hours from there to the VG. My dear wife was stuck in traffic with me, and she wasn’t handling it too well. I had an appointment which by this time I was already late for, she wanted me to get out of the car and get the attention of the vehicle next to us, which just happened to be a well known city counselor, and ask if I could use his phone to advise the person that I was to meet with, that I was stuck in traffic, I didn’t see that working out too well, so I didn’t. We finally reached our destination,1 hour late, but every one else was also 1 hour late, so everything worked out fine. It would be good if they could adjust the traffic lights on main arteries to stay green much longer in snowy, icy, weather, as by the time the lead car stops spinning their wheels and gets traction, the lights are already changing to red, causing a long backup of traffic. But the snow plough people did a great job, and we arrived home safe, and I was able to enjoy a wonderful Saturday morning hike through the woods, on my snowshoes.
Untill next time, The Old Goat.
A FOODIES DREAM
Gourmet Cooking seems to be all the rage right now, and has been for a while. My wife always cooks supper, as she doesn’t appreciate my cooking skills. Before we met I survived on my own for appx 4 years, between leaving my parents home and getting married, so I feel that qualifies me as a good cook. The pleasure I get as the can opener cuts through the top of a can of heinz baked beans, and that aroma hits my nose, ahh, pure ambrosia, the food of the Gods, and canned spaghetti, or ravioli, these epicural delights are my reason for getting out of bed each day. I guess my wife just doesn’t appreciate the finer things in life. Another of my favorite foods is the triple cheeseburger, pure heaven. Have you ever experienced being hungry on a long car journey, and you see a hamburger joint, and the juices begin flowing. So you give in to the hunger and order your favorite burger and a coffee to go, there you are, driving along, and you smell that delicious food sitting by your side, you just can’t wait to be stopped at the next traffic light so that you can grab it and take that first bite. You are stopped; you quickly pick it up and peel back the wrapper, and are about to take the first bite, and the light changes. Your left hand is on the wheel, and in your right hand is that delicious, dripping, burger, and you can’t wait. You bite, and ohh that tastes so good, and the first thing to shoot out from the bun and land in your lap is the pickle, quickly followed by the slice of tomato. You can’t take your eyes off the road, and you can feel a hot gooey mess burning your fingers and chin. You need to wipe your hand and your chin, or in my case, my beard, so you put the burger down next to you, while still keeping your eyes on the road ahead, and blindly with your right hand you search for a napkin. You find one, and with your elbow steering the car, you wipe your hand and chin and try to locate the pickle and tomato. Luckily, another red light, so you quickly rearrange the burger in the wrapper, tidy things up a little, and off you go again. A third of the way through the burger you become thirsty, and want a sip of the boiling hot coffee that you have sitting in the cup holder, which thankfully you already opened the tab on the lid, so it shouldn’t be a problem. You hold the burger in your left hand, steering with your wrist, you pick up the large double double and bring it to your lips, and again you feel something dripping down your chin, only this time you are sure you are suffering third-degree burns. You eventually make it home, and the first order of business is to throw all of your clothes into the washing machine. Then you take a bath, and follow that by applying a soothing antiseptic cream to your chin and fingers, while thinking that tomorrow would be a good day to clean the inside of the car. Please do not do this while driving, this is definitely a no no in the defensive driving handbook, and it is very dangerous, and as the title of this story states, this was just a dream I had, just a delicious, painfull dream.
untill next time, The Old Goat.
For you men who share life with a wife who has “Hot Flashes”, I have sympathy for you. It seems that my wife, whom I love dearly, has been going through menopause for the last 35 years. While I do sympathise with her for having to go through this period of her life, ” What about me “. We are a one car family, and travel together most of the time; I think that I deserve a medal for what I suffer through on a trip to town. Her fingers don’t leave the heat and fan controls, hot, then warm, then cold, direct the flow of air to her feet, then to her head, turn the fan to full speed, then to slow. I usually feel safe when she is driving the car, but when she is fiddling with the heat controls, that is her only concern, 100% concentration on the on the temperature, no matter we are heading for the ditch. While she is playing with the heat controls, I am opening and shutting the windows trying to maintain moderate weather conditions within the car. When I complain to her, she tells me that men go through menopause also, and that is the reason that I am opening and shutting the windows all the time, I can’t win. Our previous car had separate heat controls for either side of the car, I didn’t realise what I was giving up when we sold it. There is hope though, I read an article that said to take rhubarb pills for hot flashes, maybe I can sneak some into her food. I used to mix glucosomine pills in with our dogs food, to help with his arthritis, so maybe I can do the same with her. But with her thinking that the problem is mine, and not hers, for all I know she is probably already slipping rhubarb pills into my food.
Until next time, The Old Goat.