We got back from Louisville on Wednesday, August 19. I was fine on Thursday, still pumped up from all the goings on in Louisville. I crashed on Friday, and slept most of that day and Saturday. Sunday I was still very tired, but almost back to my normal level.
Monday I had lab work and also saw a different oncologist. My oncologist had a family emergency and was off this week. The new doctor was nice, and explained some things we had never thought to ask. I have chemo brain and Marty gets overwhelmed sometimes with all we are told.
The doctor told me when I was diagnosed with cancer the tumor marker ( a blood test that checks the protein the tumor puts out ) was over 1000. You want low numbers. He said the one a few weeks ago was only a little over 100. Very impressive he thought. Again we were reminded this is only a clue to how I am doing. He showed us the graph on the tests and it looks like a nose dive from October to August. Very very happy on this one.
Tuesday I had chemo. It went well, no surprises with vitals going crazy. There has been light nausea, but controlled by meds. I also have been tired all week and having trouble sleeping. So am I tired from the chemo, or from not sleeping? Am I not sleeping because of the chemo? We will never know. As I say, I have no endings.
Sunday was a big day. The longish drive to church. The church service, then we had a church lunch to kick off the new year in the educational program. I was tired. But we weren't done yet. Marty had a quick meeting with his committee on the renovations. I said I would rest in the car. Well, that didn't work out.
One of our members, another Janet, brings an older member, Annabelle, to church each Sunday. Janet was in Marty's meeting and her teenage son was keeping Annabelle company. They were talking about TV, the early years. I hung out with them and we talked about me seeing jet planes as a child and it being a huge deal. Annabelle talked about going to the airport just to watch planes taking off or landing. I said I took my first graders on a field trip to the airport. It was a big deal. We discussed other things we old people remember. I told him how big the first cell phones were. I am sure Janet's son was convinced we were older than God.
Today was lab work again. Tuesday chemo if the all was OK.
I have felt pretty good this past week. As I said I have been tired with some nausea. But I have been able to cook, and wash dishes. I have walked my 30 minutes everyday. I am not terribly active but I am not sitting back and giving up. Tuesday I will begin my 12th month since the diagnosis of pancreatic cancer. I have made it this long because of prayer warriors, wonderful Kaiser care, Marty, Erik, family, church family, and my incredible friends. I plan to stick around much longer.
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Saturday, August 29, 2015
Colonel Sanders
Colonel Sanders name came up during my time in Louisville. Some of us were talking about how disgusting the new ads for KFC are. I said they were an insult to his memory. I don't think my great nieces and nephew knew till then that Colonel Sanders had been a family friend. So I told a couple of stories. My niece, Lisa Kay, asked me to write about Colonel Sanders so I am.
This link and this one for the Colonel are pretty good, not surprisingly KFC's link is tacky. So I left it off. Some of the history I knew, much I did not. I knew he wasn't a military colonel but a Kentucky Colonel, an honor in our state. In fact Marty and I are both Kentucky Colonels as are others in my family.
The Colonel I knew was Daddy's friend. And after Daddy's death, the Colonel and his wife, Claudia, remained friends with Mother. our family, and Papa Jack. The Colonel went to our church in Corbin, the First Christian Church. I don't remember much about him and church work just seeing him there. But I do remember one church story he told at our kitchen table.
Now the Colonel was known for his shall we say colorful language. There was an international convention in Australia for the Christian Church, in the 1950's 0r 60's. Colonel Sanders went to it with some Kentucky ministers. It was winter in Australia and the hotel's heat was not working. Minsters called the front desk begging for heat for a couple of days, nothing happened Then Colonel Sanders took over. He walked up to the front desk and yelled, I am not one of those soft spoken mealy mouth fu*#+ng preachers. Fix the fu*#+ng heat. And they did.
Our family had a tradition around our Christmas tablecloth. Who ever was with us during the holiday season signed their name on the cloth with pen or pencil. Later the names would be embroidered. Over the years as cloths filled up with names another one would be brought out. Colonel Sanders signed our cloths several years. But my favorite was the year the cloth was on a pine kitchen table. Pine is soft wood. After the cloth was taken off, his signature was pressed into the wood. Best autograph ever. The sad thing is no one knows where those tablecloths are now.
Colonel Sanders was proud of his chicken and demanded the franchises meet his standards. He traveled the country and did spot checks on stores. He told us one night about tasting gravy and chicken that was shall we say awful. He picked up the pots, walked out the back door, and threw everything in the garbage. That was not the only time he did that. His name was on the product, it better meet his standards.
Colonel Sanders' restaurant was a nice place to eat. They had lots more than chicken, steaks, pork chops, scallops, shrimp. Parties were held there, you went there after Sunday church for lunch, it was a special place. Everything was well cooked and it had good service. My Sweet Sixteen Party was held there. I don't remember what we ate, but I felt pretty special having the party there.
And yes he dressed all in white, he looked like the Southern gentleman. He was good to his friends, gave to charities, and rough as a cob as we say in the South.
One story I always heard, but not from him was about his daughter. The story goes that when she married he gave her the state of Florida's franchise. I do know Florida was not part of the KFC deal, so it may be true.
As I said he was a family friend, close enough that he was invited to the weddings of my sister, me, and my brother. He gave my sister and me silver tea services, and my brother a covered silver casserole. I am pretty sure he went to my sister's wedding. He was out of town when I married. And he didn't make it to my brother's weddings. But he would have had a good reason to miss the wedding. Little Brother and Ann married in the middle of a snow storm.
So Lisa Kay I hope this gives you some information about Corbin and the Colonel.
This link and this one for the Colonel are pretty good, not surprisingly KFC's link is tacky. So I left it off. Some of the history I knew, much I did not. I knew he wasn't a military colonel but a Kentucky Colonel, an honor in our state. In fact Marty and I are both Kentucky Colonels as are others in my family.
The Colonel I knew was Daddy's friend. And after Daddy's death, the Colonel and his wife, Claudia, remained friends with Mother. our family, and Papa Jack. The Colonel went to our church in Corbin, the First Christian Church. I don't remember much about him and church work just seeing him there. But I do remember one church story he told at our kitchen table.
Now the Colonel was known for his shall we say colorful language. There was an international convention in Australia for the Christian Church, in the 1950's 0r 60's. Colonel Sanders went to it with some Kentucky ministers. It was winter in Australia and the hotel's heat was not working. Minsters called the front desk begging for heat for a couple of days, nothing happened Then Colonel Sanders took over. He walked up to the front desk and yelled, I am not one of those soft spoken mealy mouth fu*#+ng preachers. Fix the fu*#+ng heat. And they did.
Our family had a tradition around our Christmas tablecloth. Who ever was with us during the holiday season signed their name on the cloth with pen or pencil. Later the names would be embroidered. Over the years as cloths filled up with names another one would be brought out. Colonel Sanders signed our cloths several years. But my favorite was the year the cloth was on a pine kitchen table. Pine is soft wood. After the cloth was taken off, his signature was pressed into the wood. Best autograph ever. The sad thing is no one knows where those tablecloths are now.
Colonel Sanders was proud of his chicken and demanded the franchises meet his standards. He traveled the country and did spot checks on stores. He told us one night about tasting gravy and chicken that was shall we say awful. He picked up the pots, walked out the back door, and threw everything in the garbage. That was not the only time he did that. His name was on the product, it better meet his standards.
Colonel Sanders' restaurant was a nice place to eat. They had lots more than chicken, steaks, pork chops, scallops, shrimp. Parties were held there, you went there after Sunday church for lunch, it was a special place. Everything was well cooked and it had good service. My Sweet Sixteen Party was held there. I don't remember what we ate, but I felt pretty special having the party there.
And yes he dressed all in white, he looked like the Southern gentleman. He was good to his friends, gave to charities, and rough as a cob as we say in the South.
One story I always heard, but not from him was about his daughter. The story goes that when she married he gave her the state of Florida's franchise. I do know Florida was not part of the KFC deal, so it may be true.
As I said he was a family friend, close enough that he was invited to the weddings of my sister, me, and my brother. He gave my sister and me silver tea services, and my brother a covered silver casserole. I am pretty sure he went to my sister's wedding. He was out of town when I married. And he didn't make it to my brother's weddings. But he would have had a good reason to miss the wedding. Little Brother and Ann married in the middle of a snow storm.
So Lisa Kay I hope this gives you some information about Corbin and the Colonel.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
HOT! HOT! and HOTTER!
The Bay Area is having a little heat wave. Yesterday in Oakland it was 90 ( guess who was making glass and dying in the heat) and on the other side of the tunnel over 100, some places as high as 108. Today it is hotter. Thank goodness we have AC. But guess which side of the tunnel our church is on.
You are correct, the hot side. And the church is NOT air conditioned. Now this would have been a good Sunday and a smart Sunday to skip church. Well we did that last Sunday and won't be going next Sunday. Really needed to go today. Plus our Wine and Dine group was meeting after church for lunch. This is a church group, so it would have been awkward meeting after church.
When we arrived it was in the low 90s at 10:00. The sanctuary was not unbearable, but was uncomfortable. Let us say not a dry thread on me after the service. And the hair, not a pretty picture. Melted cotton candy. When we came out, 102.
We went to lunch just down the street. Restaurants always have AC don't they? Well theirs wasn't on when we arrived. About an hour later it came on, by then it was too late. I was wilted. We had fun though. Some of us, men and women, are just a little bitchy and catty. A good time was had by all.
As we drove home we watched the temperature slowly drop from 108 to 92 as we came out of the tunnel. And what did I do when we got home. Iron. Yes, more heat. It had to be done. But I was in AC, on the lower level, with a fan blowing on me. Not too bad.
Marty just told me it has dropped to 84. Maybe the fog is coming in. Can you tell I don't do heat?
You are correct, the hot side. And the church is NOT air conditioned. Now this would have been a good Sunday and a smart Sunday to skip church. Well we did that last Sunday and won't be going next Sunday. Really needed to go today. Plus our Wine and Dine group was meeting after church for lunch. This is a church group, so it would have been awkward meeting after church.
When we arrived it was in the low 90s at 10:00. The sanctuary was not unbearable, but was uncomfortable. Let us say not a dry thread on me after the service. And the hair, not a pretty picture. Melted cotton candy. When we came out, 102.
We went to lunch just down the street. Restaurants always have AC don't they? Well theirs wasn't on when we arrived. About an hour later it came on, by then it was too late. I was wilted. We had fun though. Some of us, men and women, are just a little bitchy and catty. A good time was had by all.
As we drove home we watched the temperature slowly drop from 108 to 92 as we came out of the tunnel. And what did I do when we got home. Iron. Yes, more heat. It had to be done. But I was in AC, on the lower level, with a fan blowing on me. Not too bad.
Marty just told me it has dropped to 84. Maybe the fog is coming in. Can you tell I don't do heat?
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