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MOHS Surgery on World Cancer Day

 

I just found out that tomorrow, Wednesday, Feb. 4th, 2015, is World Cancer Day. I’m scheduled for MOHS surgery on my nose.  Yes, my nose.  The third time.  How apropos!

My nose isn't going to be so happy after tomorrow!

My nose isn’t going to be so happy after tomorrow!

It was four and a half years ago that I had the first two – a month apart.  It was an upsetting time, for sure.  If I had known, many years ago, that my exposure to the sun would have caused basal cell cancer on my nose, or on any part of my face (I had cancer removed from my upper lip prior to the MOHS surgeries), I wouldn’t have exposed my precious skin to that killer of healthy cells.  The sun can be and is a murderer.

Tomorrow, at 9:00am, I’ll be there in Palm Beach Gardens FL for my surgery.  It will take approximately an hour (allowing for rush hour traffic on the Turnpike) to get to the surgeon’s office.  So, leaving early has made it necessary for me to change my usual Wednesday morning “ritual” to today to give a “special grooming” to my cats – Patches, Romeo and Rusty.  It’s “ear cleaning” time, added to their grooming.  Yes, they are very pampered pussycats3.  But, if nothing else, they do have clean ears!  🙂

My sister (thank you, Merry), will be accompanying me.  Moral support is not only important; it is necessary.  I was told the surgery will take about 3 hours this time.  It’s really not the surgery that is upsetting me (but I’ve been having nightmares at night about it lately).  It’s the anesthesia that is horrible.  PAIN!

After the surgery, my next step in the process is to the plastic surgeon, who will close the wound.  This is an added precaution, because the cancer has appeared right on the scar line of one of the past surgeries.

So, I’ve been preparing for tomorrow.  In my (organizing) way.  I’ve compartmentalized the day – tomorrow – in my mind.  I want it to be completely free of any other concerns.  I do have a bit of OCD – I firmly believe it’s a family trait:  affecting some more; and some a little less.

ocd

It’s as if I’m going on a vacation, and I have to make sure the house is in tip-top shape.  Laundry, fresh linens on the bed, etc.  Dishwasher will be run this evening.  It all gives me a free mind to prepare myself for tomorrow’s ordeal, and for the recovery days afterward.

One more thing:  Lunch.  Must eat, right?  Sandwich for Merry is ready, and I will fix my usual salad for myself.  If I have to keep the plastic surgeon waiting until lunch is consumed, so be it!

sandwich

 

[Images from bing dot com]

 

Postal Delivery in Paradise

Living in South Florida is like living in Paradise.  I’ve read articles, watched TV commercials and TV shows, and even read posts, praising the wonders and excellent style of living one can experience if one lived in Hawaii.  It’s almost like there is a competition going on between the two.

So, I will not compete; I will just talk about my “Paradise” here in Florida, and let others rant about the differences (whatever they may be).

I, and so many other residents here (and wishful thinkers), can extol the benefits of living in the sub-tropical zone.  Let it be said that living here is more than:  colorful, exotic birds; greenery and flowers all year; lots of outdoor entertainment; swimming; sunbathing; surfing; sand and beach; patio parties; palm trees; etc.  It is essentially a wonderful style of living; one, it is said, that promotes longevity.

Of course, there is the weather.  There are hardly any days during the year when we don’t experience sun; if not all day, at least a good part of the day.  Then, there is the rain.  As of late, we have had afternoons and into the evenings and nights, when the rains came down in buckets.  Naturally, there was the accompaniment of the lightning and thunderclaps that rocked the house, and also, sometimes, cut out the electricity – sometimes momentarily; sometimes for quite a while (but rarely).  Yesterday was a particularly disturbing torrent; so much so, that I didn’t even go out to check my mailbox.

This morning was a bright, gorgeous clear blue sky with just some lovely, soft, cottony clouds.  Ideal to open the door, walk out, sniff in the clean air (ahhh), breathe out slowly, walk down the driveway and check the mailbox.

Mailbox 1

The rain did a good job.  My mailbox is so clean and WHITE!  Great.  That’s one of the benefits of living here – don’t have to clean the mailbox too often – the rain does an excellent job!  Same for the car!

So, I opened my nice, clean mailbox.

What?  That envelope doesn't look so good.

What? That envelope doesn’t look so good.

I went into the house, and got my camera.  It really was a very bad storm yesterday.  (In the meantime, I also grabbed a Sharpie to cross out my name and address.)

Ugh!  This doesn't look good.  Didn't feel too good, either.

Ugh! This doesn’t look good. Didn’t feel too good, either.

Fortunately, it was only junk mail.  What if it was really important mail?  I don’t want to go there.

Welcome to my Paradise!

 

How Do You Stop a Pesky Bird From Pecking on Your Window?

This question plagued my husband and me several years ago.

We had moved into our new home at the beginning of Spring.  Things were going along very well.  We met our new neighbors, were getting acquainted with our neighborhood and the local stores, etc.  We got settled in, and were finally able to get some well-deserved sleep in our new bed, in our new bedroom.

That fateful morning was a beautiful morning in South Florida.  The birds were chirping in their newly-found tree; dawn was lifting its head above the horizon and just starting to tell us it was time to start another day in Paradise.  Dawn didn’t have to lift its head too high to let us know another day was beginning.  We were told to wake up by a knocking noise.

“What is that noise?”  “Where is it coming from?”  “Ugh!”  “Groan!”  We pulled the covers over our heads to try to make it go away.  It was persistent.  It was almost like the hammering of a woodpecker pounding on a tree trunk.

Finally, we had to give up.  We got the message.  The day was starting without our permission!

We traced the noise to our south-facing window.  What a beautiful yellow bird!  He was sitting on the top ledge of the bottom section of the window.  As soon as we got close to the window, he flew away.

 

Beautiful (and hateful) yellow finch looking into our window.

Beautiful (and hateful) yellow finch looking into our window.

Well, that was a rude awakening, and we sure hoped it wouldn’t happen again!

It did.  Every morning.  For weeks.

We endured our early alarm-clock pecking-hammering and it finally stopped just as we were at our wits end to finding a way to make it stop.  Ah!  Peace.

Next year, our yellow-feathered “friend” made his noisy unwelcome appearance again.  In our frustration of being awakened so early, we resorted to throwing pillows at the window in an unsuccessful attempt to scare him away.

We thought we would outsmart this little bird – after all, we were humans.  Our brains are bigger than his!  I devised a picture of an owl.  Little birds are afraid of predators.  I taped it on the outside of the window.  “Well, that should solve that problem,” I thought to myself with smug satisfaction.  We went to bed that night with “smileys” dancing around our heads.

Next morning, we were awakened again by that pesky bird.  Oh no!  Will this nightmare (morningmare?) end?  We had figured out what actually was causing this poor bird to peck at our window.

Soon after moving into our new home, we had UV-protection film installed on the inside of the windows that faced south and west, in order to cut down on the sun’s rays from damaging our furniture and carpeting.  If we went outside to look at those windows, we were looking at ourselves.  This thick protective film acted like a mirror.  The top and bottom sections of the window had that film.

We made the hard decision:  we had to remove the protective film from the top section of the window.  It was a drastic decision, for sure.  But, our loss of our morning sleep called for drastic measures.

We got a bottle of “Goo Gone” (yes, there really is a product with that name).  We worked with 2 window scrapers, used up more than a giant roll of paper towels, and used more than half a large bottle of that glue solvent.  It took more than 2 hours, but we got it all off; film and glue, and the window has never seen as clean a day as it was on that day!

A few weeks later, we met one of our neighbors outside, 2 houses down from ours, and we were chatting away, as neighbors do.  Then, she told us about a peculiar thing that was happening outside her bedroom window.

Evidently, she had the same protective film installed on the inside of her windows, too!  We kept our mouths shut, but our eyes opened wide in amazement!

Some time after that, they moved.  I’m still wondering if it was because of the pesky little yellow finch.

 

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Predictions

I don’t like the weather person today.  I was fooled.

I had some errands to do and checked the outside temp:  70 F.  That’s OK.  So, I dressed in short-sleeved shirt and shorts.  It felt quite cool when I went into the garage, but I figured that was because that’s where the sun doesn’t shine.  The car was comfortable.  I pulled out of the garage into the sun.  What a gorgeous day!  Another beautiful day in Paradise!

Got to my destination and stepped out of the car.  Wow!!  Who turned up the A/C?  It was COLD!  Finished my business and got back into the car as quickly as my legs could carry me.  The outside temp showed a nippy 59 F.  How could that happen?  I needed someone to blame, so who else but the wonderful person who predicts the weather?

As of now, 8 PM, it’s 51 F. outside and falling, but I don’t mind.  I turned the heat on and right now it’s a toasty 75.  Hello, again, South Florida!

Image credits:  bing.com