The Stillroom

this is a picture of the zinnias at Ambrose Farms in Cabot.

You know, sometimes people can be so awful and then sometimes they are beyond kind.

Yesterday, I had two experiences with local jag offs that really hurt my feelings. Some old dude in a shiny Cadillac pulled out in front of me while I was driving through Heights Plaza (right after I left Toys for Tots). He just cruised out of the isle like no one was on the main road that goes along the plaza sidewalk. I gave him a friendly toot of the horn so he knew he cut me off and then he pulled to the curb and gave me the finger. I know that shouldn’t affect me but it just did.

Then, I had to go to dreaded Walmart to pick up a script. I got it and went to my car. I had to still make another stop and instead of going to the end of the isle to turn right, I thought I’d do a cut through since there were no cars parked at the far end. I was going really slow and was easing into a parking space to get in the lane going back towards the store, when I saw a guy coming down that isle so I stopped (still in my proper direction and still in a parking space) when he pulled into a space in his lane but to the left of me. He’s staring at me and his mouth was going like a duck’s ass (my mom used that term) looking at me like what in the hell am I doing? He got out of his car and I just said “I’m parked in my space, what’s your issue here?” He said, you a foot over the line. It had a absolutely no effect whatsoever as to where he was. Far be it from me to be a “pig parker” I just said, “well, let me readjust my car for you”. He just walked away shaking his head. What on earth is wrong with people. I was fuming. What gave this person the right to pick on me?

Now, for the better angels. I went to get most of my hair cut off and Danielle, from Danielle’s Salon said let’s not cut it all off, let’s do a fade. I didn’t know exactly what that was but trust her implicitly and she gave me a great short cut. I just don’t want to be pulling clumps of my hair out as I move to wards my chemo. She then gave me a big hug and said, no charge today honey. I cried in my car.

My chemo has changed and my first round is what I think they called targeted therapy and I’ll be at Dr. Fenton’s for a seven hour appointment. I only hope I will be able to function as a human after this appointment. I still don’t know how often I’ll have to have this particular treatment but she did say 4-6 months of chemo.

Right now I feel so good! I’m trying to just do things like stocking up on cat food, toilet paper, Kleenex, soap, shampoo, I ordered new sheets for the bed, new slippers, a couple of head coverings for the winter months ahead, stuff like that.

I get my port put in on Tuesday so I’m cherishing these last few nights of “good sleep.”

I guess that’s it so far today.

Thanking the good people out there. Just be kind. It doesn’t take much. Open a door for someone, give someone a smile, drop a coin in a bucket, little things mean a lot.