July 3, 2012 AM

Cherokee asked me if I'd given up on posting.  I haven't, but, after seeing all the typos in my last post, it looks like I should.
I have a vague hope that, after I'm gone, someone might stumble onto my blog and see something which inspires them to keep going.
It's terribly hot here, with almost no relief from the heat when we have the occasional evening storm.  We see lightening, but it just makes me worry about it coming to ground and starting a woods fire.
The grass crackles when you walk on it, and the ground is cracked.
I miss Lynn now that she's gone back home.  She came to help, and she certainly did.
I think she might be well-wuited for an Elder's position in her church.  They are to be helpers and spiritual advisors, and she can handle those jobs very well.
They don't believe like I do, but you don't have to be in agreement with someone to be able to help them.
Cherokee paid me $25.00 towards her loan for some tires from several weeks ago.  They were good tires at a good price, and she had been told that the tires on her van were dry-rotted.  She didn't have the cash right then, so I bought them.  She absolutely INSISTED that she re-pay me, and yesterday evening she literally struggled with me to give me the payment.  She's about as hard-headed as they come.  But Barbara's still the fattest friend I have.
Last night at The Down Home, Steve and I saw the lady friend of Jamie's who works at Smith's Funeral Home.  I can never recall her name, but she's really nice.  She had to remind me of where she works and lives, and even who she was.  I was so embarrassed.  It seems like I'm so distracted with all these doctors and medical treatments that I forget everything.
Steve said last night that he's going to get a large wall calendar to put dates on so that I will remember where to go, who to see, and at what time.  If he don't, I might be looking up at that nice lady from Smith's.  I just can't seem to handle all this trouble, and I think it's partly because I'm in some sort of disconnect to try to keep sane (that's a concept some might argue).  I seem to be boating down that river in Northern Africa, Denial.  (Think about it)  (Say the word out loud)
Chris Mannes came into the Goodwill the other day and we had a short but sweet visit.  She's such a faithful friend, and so good to so many.
Many people have come to me to talk with me about my 'Hat Lady Project' for the chemotherapy patients.  Lynn talked with some lady at her home church in North Carolina who is a survivor, and she wants some of my hats to give to their cancer center there.  I'll do anything I can to help others get through this.  I hope Lynn comes to collect them in person, and that she will allow a few days for a sweet visit.  She has come to mean so much to me.  If you read this, Lynn, and you will, this is a HINT.
I sat in the livingroom floor last night and made up some 'twirly balls' to put on hats.  I take florist's wire, cut it down to about 8-10 inches in length, and glue beads onto them.  Then I attach them to hats that correspond in color.  They are so pretty (to me) and they're absorbing to make.
Making all these hats keeps me from worry lots of times.  Stumpy comes and sits in my lap while I work.  She naps.  Lynn made a picture of her taking a nap in my lap with a little hat on while she was here.  If she could post it on this blog, I'd be happy so see it.
I so love that little kitten.
I have to go to Morristown to get blood work done today.  I guess it really was a good idea to install my port.  It cost as much as the bowel surgery did.  I think I go to see Dudrick on Thursday.  He's nice.
Steve had his colonoscopy yesterday morning, which might account for his bad mood last night.  The same doctor who did mine did his.  They found and removed two polyps, which are thought to be non-cancerous at this time.  They will have to await results from the lab before we know for sure.
I guess my cancer was so obvious that they jumped the gun and gave me my diagnosis at the time of surgery.
Doctor Narayony remembered me, and told me that I was the most fun patient he had ever done a colonoscopy for.  I hope everyone likes my wacky sense of humor.
When Cherokee was in the hospital, Janie, Lynn, and I went to see her, and, when they came to take her to the surgical area, she said that they left her laying on the gurney while they told everyone about me and my crazy, funny 'floor show' in her room.
I was trying to ease some of her anxiety, and it must have worked.  I really love that crazy, silly, funny, sweet lady, and I hope she knows it.  I was telling them at The Down Home last night about her wonderful key lime pies.  She should make them and sell them.  She could make some serious money.  They are so good, they'd make Christian women fight.
Steve is still sleeping, and I so want to get to working on some hats.
He's tired from all the etra work I'm causing and having to put on him.  I'll let him rest.
He was on my side of the bed this morning, so I must have had one of the nights when I thrashed and kicked until he just had to get up and exchange sides of the bed with me.
Faune Gerber keeps me so cheered with her little coments on my blog.
She prays for me faithfully, and I need prayer.  I'm sure Betty Pike prays for me, also, and the Sisters of Rochester (New York) have many prayer vigils for me.  Sister Jean Katheryn Welch was so proud (she has confessed that sin, I'm sure) of my article in the paper, and she took it to other convents to show the other Sisters who know me personally.  They are such faithful women of God.
I want to do something special for Barbara to show her that I'm grateful for all her help in this time of sickness and sadness.  Maybe I should get her a membership at Jenny Craig.