Monday morning I met a realtor friend and we visited several of our rentals so he could provide a monetary evaluation of them. Something Sandy wanted done. We finished the last ones Tuesday morning. While not there to identify any maintenance problems, a couple of tenants did point out items that needed attention and I was able to attend to most of those Wednesday afternoon. I like small problems that are quick and easy to resolve.
Sandy started her immunotherapy Tuesday morning. She had discontinued them in January when it was discovered it wasn't the fountain of youth she had expected. It did seem to slow the cancer growth, so she started back up again. And for the next couple of days she had greater energy and drive; she attributes it to the steroids they give her prior to the injections.
Wednesday was a bit of a sad day. She had her appointment with the wound healing center and I made some individual cherry cheese cakes to share with the nurses there. They were most appreciative! But the doctor said that she was returning to the ER and would no longer be seeing patients at the center. And then she also told us that there is no reason for Sandy to continue to come to the center; they are really not doing anything for her except to check out the wound and reduce the proud flesh with silver nitrate. We have come to really enjoy our visits there; the staff is so personal and caring. The doctor did recommend we follow up with the doctor that her originally referred her to the center; so it is not like we are being thrown to the wolves.
Thursday Sandy had her weekly visit with Clifford, who indicated that she is improving. Friday the home health nurse made her weekly visit. Sandy had enjoyed these visits and formed some good friendships with some of the nurses. And they told her this week that their visits will stop in the next six weeks since she is doing okay. I guess that means my ostomy bag changing skills are sufficient.
Friday I drove to Yellville to help a member move about 4 miles, just across the ward boundary line. There were at least 12 of us there; about 8 pickups and 6 trailers. We got what we could move done within three hours and before the rains came. I then went to visit a brother near there that is meticulously restoring a 1931 2 door Model A. It really looks nice.
Saturday we attended the funeral of the oldest ward member. Lena Maple was about six weeks short of her 97th birthday and had lived a very productive life. As a youth she picked cotton; as a young married she learned how to rivet and worked on submarines. She was truly the matriarch of a large family and well loved by all. It was a positive and spiritual funeral service.
Spring is here; the grass needs to be mowed. And the garden needs to be planted. Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy!!
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