Radiation Fallout

It is a week today since I had my last treatment and I wish I could report that I am back to normal. (Of course some would argue I was never normal, so there's no hope of me getting there regardless.) The treatment has done a number on my skin and I have two sores, or more accurately burns, which I'm treating with a prescriptive ointment. One is on my neck and the other is under my left arm. I know it could be a lot worse but these are tender and it has been a challenge to find a way to cover the affected area and not bother the surrounding skin which is also sensitive. I've tried not covering it at all, but then I get the cream everywhere. I'm now using a sterile pad and tape and just using care as to where I put the tape.

Last Thursday we went to Rob's parents. He took some well deserved vacation time which didn't involve going to a doctor's appointment. It is still hunting season and he wanted to try for a deer in that part of the province. I'm sorry to report he wasn't successful and I'm still waiting for my freezer (the deal is he gets a deer, I get a freezer). While hubby was busy hunting, I rounded up my brother-in-law Richard (Diane's husband) and made the trek out to Digby Neck where Kathy E lives.

It is about an hour's drive and a ferry ride to the island and we had a beautiful trip out. The weather turned before we got back and I ended up driving part way home in a heavy downpour. It was a very nice visit. Kathy had let it be known earlier in the year that she wanted to meet me in person after reading my blog and praying for my recovery for so long. Hopefully I met her expectations and the visit wasn't a disappointment for her. She seemed very happy to meet me and she hadn't seen Richard for ages. We spent two-and-a-half hours chatting before leaving to catch the ferry back. Kathy lives in a beautiful, seaside, century home. Richard and I both love this type of architecture and were quite taken with the wide cornices, tin ceiling, narrow plank flooring and deep baseboards.

Rob and I returned to the city on Saturday. Poor Tess had an upset tummy and was sick multiple time during the early morning hours. I think from 3 to 7 a.m. we barely got a wink of sleep. She'd be sick, we'd take turns cleaning it up, we'd crawl back in under the blankets and just start drifting off and repeat the process. She's better now, but she obviously had a bug of some sort.

On Sunday Rob and I took a drive (Cole was still at the kennel) and I cut a bunch of bows to make a green wreath. I have to pick up a frame, but hopefully I'll get that done today. The neighbors next door have decorated for Christmas, and while it is very pretty, it makes my display look rather anemic -- despite the fact that I invested in new lights this year. I also need to decide on what cookies I plan to make on Thursday when I meet Marion, Kelly and Robyn for our cookie bake. I'm leaning towards a citrus square and a batch of my grandmother's shortbread (now I just have to find that recipe).