D-day

Uncle Floyd and Aunt Minnie.  My Uncle was a horse, in his early 80's he did roofing work in El Paso in the summer.  Aunt Minnie was a fire ball.  I saw pictures of her in roaring twenties and she definitely contributed to it being called the roaring twenties.  But, when I knew her, she was always old.  She still had a fireball for a mouth to put it kindly.  But Uncle Floyd would listen to her fuzz at him for about five minutes and then say firmly, "that's enough."  And, then she would stop.

When Uncle Floyd was about 85, he drove his Aunt Minnie to Marshal, Texas from El Paso, about a 14 hour drive.  They went to bed.  Aunt Minnie raised up on her shoulder shortly after going to bed.  Her brittle bones broke; her bone split from the elbow to the shoulder.  Uncle Floyd got up and drove her to the emergency room in Marshal, then to Texarkana.  In Texarkana, they told him it was best if he took her back to El Paso.  He did. Back in El Paso, he took her to the doctor and they fixed her up.  Uncle Floyd at 85 had been up to take care of his girl, his roaring 20's girl, for nearly four days without sleep.  He took his roaring twenties girl home, put her to bed and then he died.

I saw Julie's old passport picture this week.  She reminded me of my Aunt Minnie's picture.  She had to take off her scarf to take her new passport picture.

On November 19 Julie gets another Petscan.  The doctors have dropped back to Herceptan, which is a maintenance drug that is supposed to keep the cancer cells from multiplying.  They want to end the chemo, at least for now, because they are afraid of nerve damage.  The symptom, Julie's feet alternate between being numb, tingling and hurting.

On the second week of December, Julie wants to go to Paris with me.  I am going there on business, Julie wants to tag along.  All we have to do is figure out the pets and we are good.