“Innocent Insult”

“Aunt Amy you know tigahs (tigers)?” he asked me from where he happily splashed & jumped in his light blue backyard pool. “Tigahs swim in wateh. They don’t have bathing suits.”

I was at my brother-in-law & sister’s house to play with their 4 children born in the order of boy, girl, boy, girl. The June summer day was sunny & hot, & we all relished the pleasantness of being outdoors.

I witnessed the energetic youngsters spraying the green hose, riding tricycles & scooters, & playing tag. What fun it was to be, during part of the playtime, the proverbial fly on the wall!

Before “teaching” me about giant cats, the 3-year-old was playing a Pokémon card contest against his older sister & brother on an L-shaped backyard couch. I saw that the trio of children all took their competition very seriously.

It therefore came as no surprise to hear my youngest nephew employ his pint-sized version of trash-talking. He couldn’t resist taking a shot at his big sis. The lad doesn’t actually know any bad words, but ignorance is bliss because he obviously thinks he does.

So the fired-up fella hurled to his sibling – to the best of his knowledge – his own brand of little boy bashing.

(However, I just don’t for the life of me know how offended, if at all, I would be if someone called me a term that combines both a common breakfast food & a run-of-the-mill body part.)

“You’re an egghead!”

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The End

By Aunt Amy
6.20.17

Epic Equation

Comfort food for lunch at “Tom+Chee”

+

18-year friendship with Katie as we recognize our 1/2 birthdays

+

Another reason to rejoice after learning of my completely clean bill of health this morning at my doctor appointment

+

A Tiramisu cupcake for each of us

=

1 huge reason all rolled into 1 to

CELEBRATE!

Katie on 7-17-17 my last dr app't with Dr. Yanik

I cannot believe this day. Pinch me!

 The Lord is my strength and my shield;
    my heart trusts in him, and he helps me.
My heart leaps for joy, and with my song I praise him.

Psalm 28:7

 Enter his gates with thanksgiving
    and his courts with praise;
    give thanks to him and praise his name.

Psalm 100:4

Sad? Happy? No Other Adjective Properly Describes This Strange Feeling

Truthfully, the thought never even remotely came close to crossing my mind. Little did I know that at my routine bone marrow transplant check-up this morning, it’d be my last.

His words in a nutshell: “Your primary care doctors have written detailed notes on you, & you’re doing really good,” Dr. Yanik reported. “You don’t need to see me anymore.”

WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

I’ve been regularly seeing the indescribably spectacular Dr. Yanik for the last 17 years of my life, since I was 16 years old!

Weird, but I almost feel like the good news is a giant slap in the face.

On the 1 hand, it’s fantastic to hear I’m in such good condition

– my blood counts are within normal range &

– my immune system is pretty much back to normal (finally!!!)

but on the other hand, a steady part of my life for the past 17 years is unexpectedly being stripped away.

≡ My 2 unrelated bone marrow transplants,

≡ 60 infusions of Arsenic,

≡  Countless transfusions of blood products,

≡ Too many Intensive Care hospital admissions,

≡ Months spent admitted on the cancer floor,

≡ Rare Moments of Positive Medical News,

≡ Devastating Times of Especially Menacing Health Crises &

≡ Years upon years of doctor check-ups like today’s:

It all adds up to

Many Very Significant Lifelong Memories

that equal

A Patient Who Will Not Miss being sick,

but will miss

her all-time favorite physician who was with her while she was.

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Dr. Yanik my last visit 7-17-17

Cough-ee

C affeine

O stensibly

F uels

F or

E ssential

E nergizing

Friday I got a Keurig coffee maker for 20% off at Bed, Bath & Beyond. I also got Paul Newman’s organic medium roast coffee & gluten free caramel creamer, that’s about as healthy as I personally can get it & still enjoy the flavor a lot. Keurig coffee maker 7-14-17.JPG

The machine is so easy! All you do is pour water in, put the pod in its place, & press “brew.” . . .

That’s about the extent of my attention span making things in the kitchen. Cleaning is easy too, there’s nothing to it.

7-14-17.JPG As my energy level’s clearly decreased over the years due to continuing effects of my eight-year cancer combat, I’m thankful for the obvious energizing boost from my fairly newfound love of coffee, including the Keurig coffee maker I bought yesterday that makes drinking my latest beverage of choice simple – & cheaper since I won’t have to shell out nearly $5/visit for a cup of joe outside my home!

On Cloud (Because of my Extraordinarily Selfless Nephew) 9

The coolest thing a guy, of any age, can do, my extraordinarily COOL nephew just did for me! Arriving back home in my driveway, the most thoughtful boy in the world circled the vehicle & without commenting to me, held out his hand to help.

More specifically, to help his aunt with incessant walking difficulty safely get inside her house, that is.

My Mom & I exchanged a few looks of astonished disbelief where our eyes said: Is this real? Is this little guy really that unbelievably unassuming with his enormous selfless compassion?

The unspoken HUGE gesture of kindness – especially for the youngster’s age of only 8!!!! – meant the world to me, revealing the 8-year-old’s true colors:

Blue cuz he’s Cool,

Green cuz he’s Thoughtful,

Red cuz he’s Loving & Kind,

AND

Orange cuz he’s 1. Unaware of how incredible his awesome self is,

&

2. Offered his hand to help without the thought crossing his mind of receiving any praise or credit: That’s called parents raising a True Gentleman!

Boy am I thankful to be so blessed!

7-11-17 Ryan gave me his hand to help me walk safely