Not sure why...no busier than usual.
In fact, less, as I cannot go for a walk due to this dang boot I have been sentenced to for three weeks.
It does slow me down in daily activities as I am supposed to try to stay off it as much as possible.
Plus it is heavy and makes me waddle so my hips are not happy.
And it is hot.
Luckily, it is my custom these last few months to lay down for half an hour to meditate in the afternoon so I can take it off for a while.
At first I tried chair exercises but it is sooooo boring, even in front of the tv!
I know, big baby, right?
I was doing so well a month ago, had started losing weight again by walking every day, some ST, and strictly low-carb...then..this!
(It’s only a tendon tear so it should heal with immobilization.)
Now, that bit of weight is creeping back on.
I no longer have the incentive of the Caribbean vacation in August as Anguilla will not let any Ugly Americans in until further notice (Who can blame them???).
Btw...my amazing grandchildren heard the bad news and handled it so very gracefully...lots of questions but no tears. They are so smart and kind and empathic that they totally understood why we are not allowed to travel right now. They get that we are all very sad and disappointed.
And, of course, we didn’t even go into the part about their daddy being in such a high risk category for traveling during a pandemic.
I have spent hours looking for a nearby ‘consolation prize’ vacation...preferably a house with a pool to rent for a week within driving distance but no luck.
The few I have found are booked...seems like lots of folks are not traveling far right now.
I will continue looking...Patrick’s 50th b-day is not until August 11.
Although, truthfully, he was disappointed but kept saying he is fine, just wants to be with his fam...sad about not sharing this special place with his kids, but hoping we can figure out how to do that in the not too distant future.
Happily...my state, Rhode Island, has done so well with the virus (flattened curve for about 3 months, ‘only’ 1-2 deaths a day) that the nursing homes, hospitals, etc., are allowing limited visitors, so I got to visit Patrick at his chemo session yesterday, first time since early March.
I treasure those one on one times with him. We go deep.❤️
This was his last scheduled chemo session...been going biweekly for three years.
They can no longer find a chemo cocktail to hold his cancer at bay.
He is getting a scan next week and Dana Farber will be exploring trial studies he may be eligible for....the next logical step.
He is such an amazing man...far from perfect, for sure, but handling all this with grace and dignity...and even humor.
Medical marijuana has been a godsend!
I guess he has plenty of time to come to terms with his prognosis and knows he is already on borrowed time.
He is doing all he needs to do to prepare himself for the inevitable and care for his family.
Love that boy.
(That’s him way in the back on the left with his in-law family in NH last week. They all wore masks when near Patrick.)