Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Trouble...

Trying to make the daily trips to the oncologists for Dad's radiation treatments an adventure.

The Christmas tree, which I'm leaving there, is enjoyed by all, except it appears the cleaning staff who unplug it on the nights they clean. I plug it back in, and the tastefully decorated tree with flashing strobe lights brightens the place right up.

There are several patients that are scheduled close enough together that we all spend time together in the waiting room.
The cast:
Henry (patient) is wheel chair bound, and lives at the vets home out by the airport. His medical transport ride is often late picking him up. We all have medical transport on speed dial now.  Henry is quite a cheerful talker, and as it turns out a very good harmonica player.  I asked him to bring it and play for us. The others in the waiting room tried to give me the stink eye, but as I smiled and nodded to each of them in turn they consented to go along.  "I would love too," said Henry! Next visit he brought it, and oh the sweet, sweet music that came from that harmonica.  We got a bit loud with calling out tunes for him to play, everything from hymns to beer hall polkas. A standing ovation followed. Henry got a squeezebox for Christmas! The music will play on...

Charlie brings his nice wife (patient) each day. Charlie never takes off his ball cap, has a ponytail, a long Fu Manchu mustache, and a perpetual look of being startled. Can't quite figure him out, he never looks you in the eye. Dad always yells at him, "Hi Charlie!" and the man nearly levitates. I've asked Dad to go easy on him, as not everyone wants to be his friend. Dad's response is better not repeated.
Lucy (patient) is an elderly little sprite of a woman, always wears red, and always has a tam o' shanter on her bald head. She is up beat and loves to set by me and tell me stories.  She walked out with us today and I heard Dad say, "I don't want to appear rude Lucy, but how old are you?" Her perfect reply, "old enough!"

Maude (patient) and her husband sort of wander in each day. She can't talk much, but those eyes spark up when she finds something we've said funny. Her husband is a tall drink of water, and packs Maude's huge purse for her with all the aplomb of a well pecked rooster.
 
Today I brought a bag full of Christmas Crackers for all of them. I had mentioned that the grandkids & I had a tradition of having them at Christmas, and how much fun they were. None of them had ever even heard of Christmas Crackers. So today they got to have fun. I handed them out to those in the waiting room, and the office.  One of the office girls said she hadn't had one since leaving England, where they had really loud ones. Next year, I'm ordering from England, more bang for my buck! After popping them open there were quite a few people wearing crowns and playing with the games and toys.  They might have looked like dysfunctional chuck cheese kids, but they were all laughing...

 I don't think of myself as Trouble, but the office staff seems to have a different opinion. They let that slip today, when secretary Barbie slid open the window and said, "I'll sign in Dad for you, Trouble!" aaah, thanks.

Thursday, December 24, 2015

Christmas wishes...





Wishing you all a very Blessed Christmas. May you hold dear the reason for the season, and be surrounded with the love of family and friends.  May there be Peace in your brave heart, a sparkle in your eyes, and laughter to warm you. 

Friday, December 18, 2015

Oh Capt...*






I've got the decorating done, a few more packages to send, and a couple of cards to mail.  Finally found Christmas crackers for my kids and the grandkids. They are a "necessary" after all these years and are the instigation for some great shenanigans.

Remember,
On the range, in the bunkhouse, the local saloon, or life in general...


 * I just got back from taking Dad to radiation and find that you all love the Christmas tree as much as I do, But I didn't make it!  I'm humbled that you would think me talented enough to have designed it.
I wish I knew who did make it, as I would love to give them credit.  Brig

Friday, December 11, 2015

Abundance...

Dad has had a full week. Besides the daily trip to the oncology treatment center, we went to a Christmas luncheon on Monday.  Great fun and the RB high school choir, dressed in period costumes, sang Christmas carols. Such talented young people.


Dad got to visit with his cronies, always a plus for him.



Thursday I sneaked a lighted Christmas tree into the waiting room at the oncologist's.  Dad asked why I was doing that, I told him I had promised some of the other patients I would, if they didn't rat me out to the office staff. He laughed and said "ok, let's do it".  I got the tree in and setup without any of the staff noticing.  Then one of the patients came in that I had promised. She is in her seventies, not any bigger than a minute, and always wears a bright red plaid tam o' shanter to cover her bald head. Jeez, she started to cry, patted my head and said, "bless you, you did it, it's beautiful!"  When you think you have it rough, you need to go set in the waiting room at the oncologists... everyone there is fighting a battle or caring for someone who is... yet there is an abundance of kindness, and caring, and hope.

PS: Thanks to LL, The man at Virtual Mirage for reminding me... 

Dad's bi-weekly Poker game was held here Thursday night. Dad had notified his buddies at the luncheon, so they showed up in force.  I left them all the snacks and cold beer I could muster as I went off to the RB Readers Christmas gathering.


Got home to find the guys still playing... they pointed to a beautiful Christmas flower arrangement they had brought for me. Such a sweet thing for a bunch of grumpy ol' guys to do. I almost felt bad about Dad cleaning them out, almost...

Saturday, December 5, 2015

tis time...









Since I'm into country minimalist and it's that Christmas time of year,





decorating Dad seemed like the thing to do...

Thursday, December 3, 2015

Mak'n plans...



So many daily trips ahead for Dad and I as he starts radiation treatments.  We have made the 70 mile trip to the docs many times just to get to this point. He has both a scan and radiation today. 
Dad's spirits are good, and as ever he is more worried about me (or more likely my haul ass driving) than he is about himself. 

We are planning future adventures for when this bump in the road is behind us... 
which may include a hot spring, a boomstick, a cabin, a wet line, and a teepee...