Sunday, November 9, 2014

It's Sunday

I haven't been around for a while. I don't know why. Here I am again. No knitting accomplished - but for one feat: my sister and I made the journey to Rhinebeck. It was quite overwhelming. After threatening to go for years, I decided it was time. I called Kir a few days before the event and stated, "Rhinebeck is this weekend. I got a sweet room at the Quality Inn in Hyde Park. We're leaving Friday." Kir and I had done road trips before. Our family drove from Westport across the country. It was rather uneventful, if that means jumping off the edge of the Grand Canyon to get mom's hat is uneventful. That was rather exciting. I'm not saying anything really insightful or anything. It's most likely that I'm quitting smoking and completely going mad. Hey! Maybe I should knit?

Thursday, January 30, 2014

You bought a heartache

Or so the saying goes. Hunny, my family's beloved Hunny, went to the happy hunting grounds yesterday. My family and I have been in and out of crying jags since. Hunny was a sweetheart. Border Collie mix, she was 16 years old. The last year or so has been rough for her, but the last month was the hardest. She lost weight, hearing, and most of her sight. I said my goodbye to her Sunday, as she struggled to turn, and turn, and turn to lay in her bed in my parents' dining room. Her bed was a fuzzy rectangle, covered with pictures of bones. When she came into our lives, she was a pup. Training her as a pup was a trial. Newspapers, cursing, saying it wasn't their turn to clean up after her...but still. Lovable Hunny, with her little white snout, and her white "frilly cravat" was impossible to be mad at. Even when she ran into the swamp, came back smelling like garbage, she was never not loved. Her heyday was in Virginia. My parents had 5 acres in Clifton, two pastures in the front, one in the back. Hunny could run, and try to herd us all as much as she wanted. That's how I remember sweet Hunny. Running to her heart's content. We loved her. She was a wonderful dog. I always claimed that I wasn't a dog person, but Hunny was my exception. I love you Hunny. Sweet girl is at peace.

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Screw you, 2013

So. Hi. I've been gone since 2012. 2013 might take the cake for one of my worst years. 2012 saw my triumphant return to life and Mount Washington after emergency surgery. 2013 started out with the exact same surgery that I had in August of '12. That was January. I had surgery, and as triggers for self-pity would have it, two great friends gave birth to lovely, lovely boys as I wallowed in jealousy (I admit it) and still love. Both births, if I recall, were literally the same week as I was in the hospital. Nevertheless, I missed the opportunity to properly act the auntie to beautiful boys because I couldn't get over myself. I will never get that back. After the second surgery in 2013, the same symptoms continued. It was disheartening to say the least. I contacted my dad, who "knows some people" (not in the mafia sense, as I think his true desire is to be some sort of mafia guy, but unfortunately his genetics is German, Swedish and Irish) at Smilow Cancer Center, and made an appointment. Smilow was such a wonderful experience. While I still love my original doctor, she didn't do extensive testing and performed the exact same surgery without additional testing. Smilow ordered me to have an MRI, which was...well, it sucked. I'm claustrophobic, and good God does it make noise. They discovered that surprise! My tumors were inside AND outside my uterus, basically completely deforming my organ. The massive doses of estrogen I am convinced led to the rapid growth. I underwent laproscopic surgery at Yale in April, and was laid up for basically the entire month of May. The summer found a lot of anxiety and depression for me...and thankfully, found my breakthrough this fall. I started knitting again about a week ago. Boy, did I miss it. Boy, did I miss my life, my family, and my friends. I have a lot of trouble with myself when I think of last year, in terms of how I related to those I love. I'm thankful they forgive me and my self-pity and instability, even if I still can't forgive myself. Here's to a new start. (Hopefully knitting, instead of medical updates)