Missing You All

Recently I've been thinking of how much I enjoyed being in touch with family and friends during my "it's now all behind me" experience of last year. So I thought I'd occasionally write a blog posting and those of you who are interested can read and respond if you like.

Just to update you on my health since that was the main focus in the past. I had a doctor's visit two weeks ago and the magic number (CA125) is now 6, and I'm regarded as clinically in total remission. After five years I'll be declared cancer free. So I can tell you all again that I think your support, concern and prayers made this wonderful result possible, and you will forever have my thanks.

Since I last wrote I've reached (albeit recultantly) official old age. And if you think you won't be old at 65, just wait until you go through the many steps required to apply for Social Security and Medicare. That in itself is an aging process, and Karl did all the work. I just tried to get my head around the whole "passage" thing.

To try and get back to some acceptable level of fitness following the weakening effects of chemo, I talked Marcia (best friend in the world) into joining me in engaging a personal trainer. We belong to the same health club, so it was an easy thing to accomplish. We are now at the mercy of this sweet, cute, young, very fit task master named Emily who puts us through increasingly hard workouts on a weekly basis. Between sessions with her we walk most days (Charley the Standard Poodle makes sure we don't forget to do that), and we struggle with the gym's torture machines one day. We are getting stronger and if I could stop eating everything in sight, I could probably be happy about how I look. If that is ever really possible for a women.

Speaking of looks, I do have hair. It has come back thick as ever, very salt and pepper in color, and wonder of wonders with a slight wave. Sure saves time and money having no perms or hightlights.

I think possibly only my female family and friends will care about my musings on these resumed postings, so I'll close this first one with a quote from the book I'm currently reading. "I am alive because I worry. When I stop I die." This is a statement from a male character, but I really think it's the women's version of Descartes, "I think, therefore I am." By the way the book is "The Secret of Lost Things" by Sheridan Hay, and I'm finding it very entertaining.

I'll keep you up to date on what I'm worrying about from time to time as the seasons change. More worries in the gray winter than in the sunnier months no doubt, but there is always something. Maybe we can keep each other company during this winter of our financial discontent.

If you're not comfortable responding on the blog for all to see, my email is mebking@aol.com.