More time

Bippity boppity, here then there, on again off again, smile and swear, life is so fancy now, eyes do shine, without the hep C, my life more time.

Bean's day of birth

....was spent paddling up the Econfina Creek in my hubby's old yeller canoe (my sweet single sitter Wanona, couldn't come on this trip, no room on the truck, gotta get racks!). Lazily we searched for the flowing springs, so incredible..... except for the trash. Bastard people!! We cleaned up what we could, filled the front of the boat with broken glass, rusty cans, and sundry pieces of people filth. Many long breaths of anger were taken, yet we still had a blast. My little bean showed great bravery, diving 9 feet down into the gaping spring's mouth, over and over. Me, "the swimmer", too irrationally scared to try. The feeling of being grabbed and yanked down by crazed alligators or sharks or undiscovered monsters is just too overwhelming, but not for the bean. She's 7 now, full of muster, strength, and laugher. Hubby and I turned up the speed on the way back down the river. Bean squeals were heard for miles, I am sure. Then she got to practice, my one day paddle partner, she's got potential.

Over all it was great, but the trash pissed her off too. I definitely see a community service project in the making! Love that homeschooling freedom! Happy day of birth my bean. I'm so glad I'm not on treatment anymore.

Crazy

Now it does seem crazy I went through the first 5 months of treatment w/o a blog. Just didn't know much about them back then. But then, I remember hitting that seriously heavy medicated wall and pretty quickly (for being all drugged up) realizing I needed something more if I was going to make it. And lo and behold I found my necessary sustenance from on-line free expression and friends. Go figure. Who knew this blog would become such a clear, set space for me to flow my sudden overfill. Unencumbered by verbal sputterings, time of day or night, ghastly appearance, or even location on the planet, writing and writing and writing gave me light, ease, a chance to breathe. Great friends I have found too, accepting, cheering, mutual, life long. Gotta thank the Hep C Forum for most of that. Thanks Hep C forum. Crazy.

And now it's been a year on the blog. Almost a year and half since starting treatment. Gonna take the blood test next Tuesday, I think. Then I'll travel to San Francisco for a wedding celebration and family vacation. I won't find out the results until my appointment on the 18th. I-yeei-yeei. Then I'll know if it's all over, the Hep C, gone before it ever hurt me. That sounds good. Yeah.

But first I'm gonna celebrate my bean's real day of birth, tomorrow. Much more fun to think about for sure.

August 26th

Began this blog exactly one year ago today. Wow. Crazy.

Party fun

50 some odd helium balloons filled the screened in pool (a bean birthday tradition), pink ribbons hung gracefully like a silent kelp forest over the water, for only seconds. Then splash, leap, jump, crash, swoop, pounce, spring, vault; leaping monkeys filled the air. By mid afternoon: floaty toys floated across the pool deck, water balloon creation was perfected, lofted, and punched, pizza was eaten, watermelon gone, juice, sodas, water bottles littered every surface, and happy birthday was sung over frosted cupcakes. My beaming bean glowed. Man, is she beautiful. Great presents were scored and gushing thank yous were given. Wow...

.... my girl is getting older. So fast this has happened. She's so tall. Made it so far in her young little life. Through her mom's treatment, so brave and helpful, and patient. We couldn't do a birthday party for her last year, I was way, way too sick, just a substitute trip to an amusement park with her daddy and Papa. They did have a blast though! She called me a few times all excited. This year I got to see her laugh though. And I got to spend the evening in the front yard with her, playing with presents, laughing and running myself. Wow...

.... time sure is passing, healing, moving along.

Best run yet

Friday's fun: 9.20 hike from house to trail head, 26.70 mins of sliding, running, slipping, and scrambling up and around "No Name Trail", 8.62 min hike back home. Brilliant, gazelle like, and not nearly as many spiders as I expected. Best run yet.

Friday AM

8:09 is spontaneously mine! Hubby's off with the bean, a day of scalloping before the big important party tomorrow. I couldn't go with, because I still have a few things left to do before tomorrow's said event. It's true: gotta paint the dog bone shaped pinata, put sprinkles on the cakes. Which, all said and done, will take about 1 hour max to complete.

So really.......... I got the day off! BAM! Just like that. We are all happy. Sweet mother of all sweetness, hallelujah (that's a crazy word to spell, isn't it), woo hoo, wonderful. Home alone and I've got no stress about tomorrow, cause the big party's really small and special: just her two best friends and their mom (who is my best friend), and possibly her husband, at my parent's current house with pool, with my parents, and my hubby, and delivered pizza, and cupcakes, and watermelon, and those little orange, cheese and peanut butter crackers, that you can get at the convenience store for just 25 cents, laid out nicely on a platter (my daughter's contribution, her idea of the perfect appetizer, she cracks me up!).

Ah........ easy peasy and home alone before I even needed it. Wow. This is new.

I like it.

Where have I been

Wednesday already
and where have I been
just putting down ducks
in a row my friend
Got the bean's party
the seventh so far
she's walking around big
already the star
And the regular cooking
and cleaning and stuff
just enough busy
to prove I am tough
Still running each day
guess that's really the news
distance I'm reaching
strong body I choose
Got my 6 month C-check
in two weeks time
not even worried
I'm sure I am fine
Just moving ahead
and back and to the sides
in round about circles
enjoying my ride

Old Blue remembers

Just went to set my watch alarm for tomorrow's 6:30am run, my favorite time. Knew as I held Old Blue, that I hadn't set this alarm in a long while, no image came to mind, merely a vague sensation. I even fumbled a bit re-learning the sequences. Beep, beep, beep went the buttons. Finally "ALM 1" flashed, then "8:30 AM OFF" appeared, the last alarm memory, my morning pill time. Immediately my arms filled with jelly, eyes overflowed, still as a statue, I stood staring. Gasping to regain my senses, I quickly beeped, beep, beep: "ALM 2", flash, flash, "8:30 PM OFF", evening pills. Beep, beep, beep: "ALM 3", flash, flash, "6:30 PM OFF" (pause here for reverence.....), this one was my shot alarm. Every Friday evening for 48 weeks, it called me to task, asked for another week's commitment, put the ball in my court.

Ancient history, but did I reset them? No. Not yet. I'll use a different clock for tomorrow.