F Friends and family. Thank you. We thank you. We just thank you.

G is for grooming. Something I’ve forgotten about. One day I looked into the mirror and realized I hadn’t shaved in over 3 weeks. I knew when the flowers in the garden would wilt as I passed by. Or when the neighbour’s cat would hiss and bark at me. I knew at that moment, time to shower!

The various people we come in contact with must feel sorry for me. They must think I only have two shirts and one pair of pants since that is all they ever see me wearing. They are clean but I just put them back on from the line.  Interesting, how once in life, I don’t think about me. I am amazed and I don’t care. I am so far down the list of things to take care of. I’m way below giving the dog a bath and we don’t even have a dog.

G is also for ginger. We were told that ginger is good for some of the side effects from chemo. I will tell you, we have every type of ginger known to mankind. In all shapes, sizes, forms, etc. I even put ginger juice on his ice cream.

H is for hawk. I was watching Roger like one. The nurses told us to make sure his temperature never went above a certain number. If it did, you run, do not pass go and collect $200, to the hospital. We bought a thermometer that is so advanced, I think NASA developed it. It does everything. It will sing and dance and probably tell jokes if you let it. Basically, it tells your temperature.  I was planning on taking his temperature every two seconds. I slept with one hand holding the car keys and the thermometer in my other.

I had everything ready to be out the door in less than five minutes. I watched videos of fireman to learn how fast they get out the door. I had pie charts, color graphs, flow charts, powerpoint in the works for every meter reading until Trish, one of the nurses, told me to “back off.” Leave the man alone. Take his temperature a couple of times a day, only. Take the cue from how Roger was feeling at that moment. She was right. Thank you, Trish. Roger’s numbers never got near the house evacuation point. This hawk’s wings were clipped.

Your A to Z, I find inspiring, and also heartwarming, sending you warm wishes..............both of you.

Thank you very much. I find it helps to sort of keep me sane. I write when I have the time. Usually late at night after Roger is sleep.

Bryan and Roger

Hi Bryan

Keeping sort of sane is very true.........love the way you wrote about it, continue to write, just to keep the sort of sane moments in your jumbled lives

Best wishes to you both

(((((((((((((((XX))))))))))))))

*supportive hugs from Bicester*

Bicester has to be good for something.

xxx

Kat. Thank you for the kind words. This is just...there are no words. NONE. For any of us. We just keep on going on. Best to all of us.

Bryan and Roger.

Hi there Nanny B. Keeping sort of sane is all we can do with the roller coaster ride we're all on. It's usually the wee hours of the morning I sit here and write. And try to think. Stress kills and we all need something to keep us stressing. HA! As if there is anything to help. But we try. Don't we?

Bryan and Roger

Hilary B. Being a foreigner, I don't know Bicester. So I'll take that as a good compliment-hugs from Bicester. And I'm willing to bet you do not pronouce it the way it looks to me. lol. And I've only been here 23 years. lol

Bryan and Roger