I am getting a lot of offers to take these off my hands. So many people willing to sacrifice themselves to save me. It is enough to make you look for ulterior motives.

I have a request to make of Fetneh. Next time you come over, no Chaussons. We have to avoid a war. Instead, how about one of your delicious delectable and very rare Banana Cream Pies? There are no substitutes. Those who still wish to throw themselves in front of the cholesterol train should make plans to be here. This is not a pie that travels well.

I doubt any part of it will make anywhere near the front door.

We lived in England prior to coming to Canada. Between 1966 and 1968, we lived under the watchful eye of a guardian, Dr. Abbas Afnan and his wife Shomeis. Dr. Afnan was also the local Medical Officer of Health. He was responsible for the closing of our school during a meningitis outbreak. One of his biggest complaints was this habit of Iranians to constantly hug and kiss one another. He was even against the shaking of hands.

He is surely smiling from somewhere at these new rules.

We have been issued new rules of engagement. They sound draconian to be sure, but what do I know?

No handshaking

No hugging

No kissing

No one sick is allowed in the house. I guess that means I have to leave

The nurses at the cancer clinic do not recommend we go to restaurants, or frequent any place where there are lots of people.  Yeah, whatever.

I have posted about this before. Everyone has offered to help is some manner. Whatever we need is the most open invitation. A drive tot he hospital? Shopping trip? Just company? A talk? A massage?

One of the pamphlets I read said it was important to find things for people to do when they offer. It could be as mundane as returning videos, for instance. Which means I have to go out and get the videos in the first place. All kidding aside, I appreciate the sentiment. I leave these decisions to Janet. I find it hard to concentrate on things, let alone come up with stuff for people to do.

I always welcome visitors. They come and we can talk. I get tired, they leave.  I go to bed. The order of operations seems right, somehow.

Once in a while, people take it upon themselves to do something for you. Brenda cooks. She basically cooks for herself, then doubles the recipe and brings some over here. Kali and David are ever attentive. They call often and have not been over in a while since they have been under the weather. That is rule number 1 of visits. Do not come if you are not feeling well. David cooks for me as well. Yum.

Fetneh visits from Montreal. I think she is trying to kill me. She brings over some (plural) Chausson aux Pommes from La Patisserie Belge. This is one of the best pastry houses anywhere. The chaussons are delectable. Giant croissants filled with apple sauce. They will be the death of me. Gotta wonder about her sometimes.

Paulee brought me a picture of Carys and a drawing. That picture was pinned on the very small cork board the hospital provides for their own notices. It is hung on the wall opposite the bed, and I am not sure who is supposed to read whatever is pinned to it. We put the picture of Carys there. It brought a smile to my lips and gave me energy every time I looked at it regardless of the time.

Which brings me to my nieces. Shamsi sent me a Philips entertainment thingy. Sort of an iPod mixed with an iTouch, but not quite either. It has great sound. She populated it with some songs she likes, some books on tape, a couple of movies, prayers and readings from the Baha’i Faith.

My dear Shamsi, I loved what you sent me. I hesitate to tell you that I removed Borat (got bored half way through), most of the books which I had already read, and some of the music to make way for other music. I blasted the music when there was no one around. These things are incredible. You cannot hear anyone coming into the room when you have them on. The device is much appreciated. And no worries about getting it until I got home, I could not have used it while in hospital anyways. Not enough energy to make heads or tails out of anything while there.

Khandan strong-armed her kids into putting together this absolutely delightful package for me. I joke, the package was very obviously heart felt.

Kaya, Aileigh, and Behkam sent me beautiful get well cards. Who knew Walmart had such charming products, a level of personalization that is truly unprecedented. And don’t get me started on the videos! I kept looking for the credits at the end to see who produced and directed this tour de force.

My grand nieces (and nephew) are amazing. The effort that went into the cards and videos was awesome. I am very proud to be related to them and look forward to seeing them all very soon. I cannot thank them enough and send them long distance hugs and kisses.

Love to all.

Diarrhea: Came and left. None since Friday morning

Nausea: Brief appearance on Thursday evening. Went to bed without dinner. Woke up Friday morning feeling ravenous. Breakfast on Friday morning included: cactus pear, fig, banana, grapes, porridge, apple. I could have eaten a lot more but decided to stop.

Temperature: Brief temperature of 37.7 on Thursday night. 38.0 requires a visit to the hospital. All we have to do is show up and tell them we are a chemo patient. Temperature back to normal by Friday evening.

Blood: You have to watch for blood in urine and poo. The latter turns black. None has shown up.

Discharges: One of the effects of diarrhea pills is that it stops the process by creating much the opposite effect. Last night took care of the opposite effect.

Sleep: Lorazepam works for the most part. I had to take 2 half pills last night. The second half saw me through morning.

Pain: None. The shoulder pains have disappeared with no residuals reminding me of what had been there.

Mouth sores: None. Brush regularly. Gargle and rinse with baking soda after every meal.

I think that pretty much sums up everything that goes on in the body.

Lorazepam worked for two straight nights. Wednesday was my worst day. Thursday was better, and today was fantastic.

Devin and I went out for lunch accompanied by Ariela. Devin and I then made our way to Wellspring. I was getting stronger by the minute. Wellspring has a lot of programs to offer. We signed up for a few, including Qi-Gong, Relaxation, Art therapy, Brain Fog and something else. The people there are very nice and we got a lot of information. I am glad we made the effort to go there personally.

I took another Lorazepam this evening, but it did not have the same effect as previous nights, hence this post at 1:00AM. Win some, lose some. I will get some sleep tonight. The Kinsman Robinson Gallery has an opening between 2 and 4 and I want to go to it. We also have a dinner invitation, and a birthday invite. Yeah, I know, only one will happen.

The benefits of a good nights sleep are well documented, and I am not about to deny or argue about any of them. Every good night’s sleep result in a stronger day.

On a happier note, the diarrhea is gone and I am now waiting for the system to return to normal.

That’s it off now. Off to sleep for the big day tomorrow.

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