YOU KNOW......I didn't mention....

...my mind has gotten so full of things, I have no room for more! Do you know, just a moment ago, I wrote almost the same post I had written and posted last? I forgot what I'd written about David's appointment.

Have you EVER done that?

David's biopsy turned out negative, which was good news.

But, and it's not so important as David--not nearly...but we had to have our old cat--"Babycat" put down about 9 days ago. I don't know if she had already "gone" when I posted last--but I didn't want to speak about it then anyway.

I think we've had about 5 cats during our 51 years of marriage. She was the shyest cat--and at times, most vengeful too --- when she wanted to be.

She wasn't really a lap cat--she was feral. She never really got over that part of her first few days of life. She never liked for strangers to come into the house-- she never got over being afraid unless it was just my husband and me. She'd hide when my family came ---and she didn't like little children.

Do you remember the poem:  Fog--by Carl Sandburg?  "....coming on little cat's feet..."

That was her. She'd quickly be up ... so lightly --- as lightly as fog coming in. She, sneaking up, I, pretending to be asleep, (and taking deep, slow breaths), before she would jump up on me.  Then, sniffing, creeping and stepping lightly to get up on my chest or down by my side, she was with me. She snuggled close and softly. She was home.

Then, our routine. I would start to whisper to her..."How soft you are, how sweet you are, what a nice girl you are, you are Mama's Babycat1" I would softly rub her head and ears., and she would deeply purr.

She would start to sink down onto and into me like my own babies had done when they were tiny. We would breathe long, slow breaths together,  and I loved to feel those little bodies asleep beside me. She cuddled like a baby--for the night.

The next day, it as pretty much all business--she wanted food, and to be alone. Then, if I napped in my chair or in bed, again she'd come -- when she thought I hadn't noticed. She would come for her whispers, her rubs.

She was very sweet and also very contrary at times! Obviously, she was bipolar!

I miss her very much. Very, very much. But she will be our last. I'm no longer really able to care for an animal as it should be cared for. My husband doesn't want to mess with the litter box or put up with her scratching at his hand, or his bare ankles, to be fed or noticed.

Have a good week, friends.
                                   

                                                    the wanderer                                       

A LITTLE UPDATE!

Hi friends, 
I've got some news about David, but not all--and I'll try to tell you why.....

Last Thursday, while going to school, David told his mom that his stomach ached and he just didn't feel good. She said, "Well, you'll feel better when you get there!",  and sometimes, he does.

Not that day. Before he could check into his homeroom, he vomited up-- mostly blood. First, they took him to a local hospital, and then after a few hours, he was at the children's hospital with his own doctor.

Long story short (and it was not a short day for David), and because hospitals take forever to get anything done---the day was long and slow.

 He kept us up,  (by Facetime) on things as much as he could. He often calls when he's at the pond fishing, which is why, as long as I can afford it--I'll keep this iPhone.The payments are ridiculous, and we've had to drop other things--but I know he won't always be wanting to spend hours with us by Facetime! (I'd much rather talk on the home phone, but these days, I guess they're considered dinosaurs!)

 His mom was worn out so much; they had stayed in the ER at the first hospital for hours--doing nothing. Then sent further to where his specialist is. She looked so stressed and tired,  and she doesn't need stress because she has just discovered she has high blood pressure. 

David's lips were so cracked and dry! They didn't know what they were going to do later, so he was given nothing at all to eat or drink until they had finished the tests.

They finally got enough stuff into him to get him fully cleaned out. Then, in the night, they did the two tests. Kristi told me they found about 16 small ulcers in the lower left side of his intestine. (He had been complaining to his mom that his stomach hurt on that side about all the time.) 

They took a biopsy, but it hasn't come back yet, so I'm, (we're all!), waiting to hear from that, and thinking that the doctor will put him on Humara. (Humira?)  I see ads on TV a lot, and it's supposed to be the best thing they have to fight Crohn's and other intestinal diseases.

His doctor had started out with some other pill that he hoped would work. Now, he's finally thinking that a strong biologic will perhaps put David into remission. It will be an injection every two weeks. I am so hoping that this will put him into remission. At least we'd know that the doctor is serious now.  (Oh--they also gave David an iron infusion at the hospital, because he bleeds and he needs iron.) He may need blood transfusions--but they're hoping the iron will do the job right now.

I don't even know if you'll be able to understand what I've written! I know it's probably jumbled---my mind doesn't seem to want to put these words on paper!

This blog, I was hoping, would be a place to write about life, and entertaining thoughts--but right now, I would ask that you keep praying for David's biopsy to turn out good! Thank you so much for praying! There's so much going on with this, it's hard for me to think of anything else. 

I'll let you know as I hear more. I'm sorry I can't think of anything else to write about these days. If you have kids or grandkids--I know you understand.

                             
                               the wanderer