I had been having balance issues. (Yes my friends, I know I am off balance.) I’ve had three falls in the past two plus years. Two of those falls resulting in a fracture. I also noted my hearing was decreasing in my left ear and I had ringing in the ear. I was sent for several tests. and the doctor told me I had this rare condition called a schwannoma. The easiest way to describe it is when the lining of the nerve is growing on itself. The problem is it is sharing space in my ear canal with the hearing nerve and the balance nerve.
Two things have been stuck in my mind since I received the diagnosis. First and foremost is ITS NON CANCEROUS. Giving the history of cancer with my family, this is important. The second was relief that finally I have an answer to my problems.
So it was decided to have radiation treatment to shrink it and it won’t totally remove it but it will sterilize it(my words not the doctors) I’m also have physical therapy in the hopes of rewiring my brain to deal with the balance issues.
Today I got to know what the man in the iron mask must have felt like.
When they do radiation therapy on any part of your head they need to keep it perfectly straight and steady. To do this they mold a mask to your face, It takes about 30 minutes and all I could think of is those machines, put out years ago by Mattel that you could mold toys out of plastic. I can’t remember the name but it was out in the late 60’s.
They molded the material to my face and I had to sit there for 30 minutes. The longest I’ve been quiet that I was not asleep. I could feel the material molding to my face the same way I watched the plastic melt and mold into what toy I wanted. Only this was no toy.
After I go through my week of treatments, I will still have balance issue, I am learning how to work with them. The hearing loss is permanent but I can get a hearing aid for that.
There are people going through radiation treatments, such as I am who may not be as lucky. It helps me keep things in perspective.
Like everyone else I have been glued to my TV this week. More interesting than the terrorists that inflicted this horror on my home town was the people themselves. The first responders, the people already volunteering in the medical tents and the everyday people who ran to the danger and not from. I would like to have seen more on them and less on the terrorists. No one knows yet if they were part of a group, even if they were not the term terrorists still applies.
I was mesmerized watching as they searched, a search that led them to a boat in a yard in Watertown. Something that might have been missed if one woman hadn’t noticed the blood stains leading to the boat in the back yard.
What I would like to say is thank you to the people of Boston. I’ve not lived there in more than 25 years however it is and will always be my hometown. It is a place where no matter what your beliefs or politics,when help is needed and the people of Boston answered. They were told to stay home and they did. As did the people of Cambridge and Watertown They stayed home so that the police and the military could do what they had to do to bring this scum to justice. The then took to the streets to celebrate Cries of BPD could be heard throughout the city.
One of them is dead and may he burn in hell forever. The second one was captured alive and hopefully they will be able to question him and find out if he had any backing and who were they.
Whatever happens, I hope the word gets out to terrorists everywhere. They tell you don’t Mess with Texas, Any future terrorists will learn that you DON”T MESS WITH BOSTON!”
Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon. A beauty bomb. And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one. It would explode high in the air – explode softly – and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air. Floating down to earth – boxes of Crayolas. And we wouldn’t go cheap, either – not little boxes of eight. Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in. With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest. And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination. ~Robert Fulghum
Who can get angry when you’re playing with Crayons
My husband and I went to see this yesterday afternoon. Yes, Charton’s seeing a baseball movie, so what else is new?
This was more than baseball movie. It was a commentary on the time and what Jackie Robinson had to endure because he was such a ground breaker. Oh yes, it has Harrison Ford doing a wonderful job as Branch Rickey.
My mother in law grew up 10 blocks from Ebbets Field. My father in law was a Brooklyn Dodger Fan and to the day he died he never forgave management for moving them to L.A. I used to tease him and tell him he asked my mother in law out because she lived so close to the ball park. He just smiled and said, “Maybe.”
My husband grew up on stories of the Brooklyn Dodgers and the day they won the Pennant. I heard the stories from his dad up until he passed away a year ago. However, I could feel him there with us yesterday. I could see my husband out of the corner of my eye nodding during the movie. Usually when it was something his dad had told him.
Nothing seemed to be sugar coated. It was not pretty in parts, in fact there was times when I was actually ashamed of how people acted then. However, that was all they knew. Until Jackie showed them dignity, and grace and that he was a hell of a ball player. And he did not have to lower himself to some people’s level to prove his point.
I would recommend this to anyone, even if you don’t necessarily watch baseball. It is the story of a time in our history that should not be forgotten, or repeated. It is a story of a true gentleman and athlete. There has been no one like him and I doubt there ever will be.
Today’s quote is from one of my favorite writers, Oscar Wilde
“Women are meant to be loved, not to be understood.”
Oscar Wilde, Lord Arthur Savile’s Crime and Other Stories
Look at a day when you are supremely satisfied at the end. It’s not a day when you lounge around doing nothing; it’s when you’ve had everything to do, and you’ve done it.
~ Margaret Thatcher
Maggie Thatcher, the Iron Lady. You may not always agree with her. Most of the time I didn’t.
However I admired her immensely. She knew what she wanted and she went after it. Not easy in the best of times but especially when she was coming up. No matter how you felt about her, we lost a political icon today.
“Life does not have to be perfect to be wonderful.” Annette Funicello
Annette would know that. She had been fighting MS for years and finally lost her battle today. The girl who was the object of many a teenage boys lust and the woman who later did commercials for Skippy Peanut Butter. She will forever be associated with Walt Disney and the Mickey Mouse Club. For many of us, a piece of our childhood chipped away today.
May they both Rest in Peace.
More from Pooh…
If the person you are talking to doesn’t appear to be listening, be patient. It may simply be that he has a small piece of fluff in his ear