I should write a blog post

I have said those words to myself every day this week. Here it is Wednesday, in my part of the universe, and I am going to write a blog post…

Or try…

It’s been a week (and it’s only Wednesday). Although we are both still standing, it’s not been a very good week.

Terry and I had our COVID boosters a week ago. The Stanford medical team told Terry he could get one if he did so with time between treatments, and there has been plenty of time…his previous treatment was in mid-January, and the next one won’t be until end of May. His blood counts were not up to snuff to do the second treatment in mid-March as originally scheduled. You may remember I had to hustle around and make changes in hotel reservations…even this week we are getting updates on appointments for scans and MRIs leading up to the next treatment.

But, about that COVID booster…I did fine but Terry seems to have caught a cold afterwards, or some sort of respiratory ailment. My throat has been yucky for about two weeks, even before the vaccination, but that was due to pollen. ClaritinD has kept me functioning. Terry could not function Monday. Nor Tuesday.

This has thrown my whole week off as I had so many plans for this week, fun plans, with friends. Monday and Wednesday–cancelled. I’m holding out for Friday as Terry slept well last night (Tuesday) and seems on the mend this morning. I probably could have kept my Wednesday date, BUT it would have meant a day out of the house, leaving all the work around here to Terry, and I’m not sure if he’s up to that just yet. There is much “heavy-lifting” to our life.

I spent Monday getting yard work done so I could load up the “green compost” can for Tuesday morning pickup. Terry should have been out back, cutting up a large pear tree branch that came down during last week’s storms. Oh, my, gosh. So much rain and wind. That’s why I had to get work done on Monday because he wasn’t going to be able to get out to use the chainsaw for that downed branch. I did my best with tree loppers and pruning shears and filled the green can, but the main limb is still there. And, it’s leaning against the back fence.

This tree incident should NOT have even happened had Terry attended to the limb BEFORE the storm as I had asked him to do. I could see what could happen if it got soaked in the rain and then the wind blew. It happened a few years ago when the limb had grown out, over the greenhouse pad. It’s a lovely shade tree, and that branch has been specifically trained to grow that direction, but it must be occasionally pruned. He didn’t think it needed it. So, here we are.

Monday I missed Ladies Who Lunch and today I am missing a presentation by author Amy Tan at Fresno’s Convention Center.

A bright spot in a week of not-so-bright news

The weekend after Easter…what a fast week that was. The week before we go out of town and the week after we come home…two weeks that go by in a blink.

This past week brought so much sad news. I will not share it all here because typing it would just replay the trauma I felt at each situation. Just know, dear reader that what landed in my periphery was not joyous. Until…Friday when we watched the Artemis 2 splashdown. This was an event we all needed after the crazy week just had. A job well done. A successful mission. Hard work rewarded. A bit of glory for a country that has drug the world through the mud the past week.

A photo collage on Instagram speaks volumes about how the women feel about the Artemis 2 mission.

After Easter aftermath

We are back home after a few days in the Bay Area with our kids. It was an absolutely lovely time. Getting to see the kids is fabulous. We also love our daughter’s church family. It is always good to see them and catch up. We hadn’t been with them since September but they have kept up on all our doings through our daughter’s updates. This group of people pray for us on a weekly basis. They don’t say much about it, but we know from their love and caring attention.

We got up early Easter morning and headed out to the San Francisco Bay, eastside, for sunrise service with the other hardy souls. Here is my Instagram post.

Our grandson was baptized during the Easter church service. This was special to me in many ways. My dad and I were baptized together on Easter Sunday way back in the mid 1960s. This is the link to Instagram for some pictures from the day.

There was an egg hunt after church service and a lunch served by the church. Our daughter’s church connects to the Presbyterian church next door where the Presbyterians have a lovely children’s playground that is shared with the two churches. They used it on Easter for the grand egg hunt. The last photo on the Instagram post shows some of those participants, hanging out, waiting for the GO signal.

Later that day our little family of six headed downtown San Mateo to have dinner at our grandson’s favorite restaurant. We said our goodbyes afterwards and went our separate ways. Back to Fresno, back to school, back to work this week. It was a lovely time had by all.

The last 10 days went by in a blur

Happy Easter weekend. We are off to spend the weekend with our children and grandchildren. I have much I would like to share, but the time is fleeting for our departure. We are in sort of a holding pattern for Terry’s next treatment. His blood tests are good and the Stanford team is ready, but the timing is not working with all that we have planned in the next two months. I think I have the Stanford doctors understanding how important it is to live life to the fullest while we can.

Fifty seven years later and I’m still pondering college

It’s been 57 years since I picked a college to attend. Actually, there wasn’t much from which to pick. I chose the state college (later to become a university) in my town. the other choices in my town were a Mennonite college, of which I knew very little, and the community college which sat on the grounds of what had been the now State College. It was the site where I took my SAT. (Remember the SAT? It’s still a “thing” that high school students take.)

Early in my high school career I had considered a California University for which the state is famous. However, I jinxed that in my junior year of high school by dropping my Spanish 3 class. The university system required three years of foreign language, the state colleges did not.

I also received a full-tuition scholarship to the state college. How do you turn down free money? And, I could live at home. My mother would take very good care of me for the next four years while all I did was go to school and get good grades. In my junior and senior years I did get a job, not so much for the cash but for the experience. I knew no one was going to hire me with just a college degree. I needed to prove I had something worthwhile to offer to a company.

Now, all these years later, our granddaughter is off looking at possible colleges in other places than her home town. Her home town happens to have some very topnotch schools, and who knows, she may end up at one of them, but her parents, her grandparents, and I think herself, wants to see what else the state has to offer. Unlike her parents, she wants to stay in California.

Our daughter, granddaughter, and a friend of the granddaughter, are out visiting southern California schools this week. Our daughter sent pictures of the schools they visited on Monday–Westmont and Cal Lutheran. At 16 I didn’t even know these schools existed, and if I had, it never would have occurred to me to go visit them. I was the first in my family to attend any kind of college, and it would actually stay that way for a few decades until our daughter left for college.

Have I ever mentioned that not only did I get a good education right here in town, but it’s also where I met Terry. We never had a class together, and he should have been graduated by the time I did meet him as he is four years older than me. He had taken time off for active military duty (it was during the Vietnam War) and he kept postponing filing for his diploma and was taking just one class the semester I met him. I was doing a research project for the college as to why students did NOT graduate in four years (I was an exception to that) and Terry’s name was on the list to interview.

It was all put together through a class I was taking on designing marketing surveys, getting information to help with marketing products and services to the TARGET market. I was (and still am) very good at designing survey questions. Which brings me to a current topic–our church is trying to figure out its next steps after our current pastor retires. So, they (and I have no idea who the “they” is) developed a survey. I won’t get into the details, but I would never have let my high school students go out with such a poorly designed survey.

So, what did you learn in college that you still use today? For me, it is a whole lot, and it is also about meeting the man to who I have devoted most of my life, all because I knew how to ask the right questions.

March is marching on out the door (or off the calendar)

It has been a very warm March here in the San Joaquin Valley. All of California has been warmer than normal. We have broken lots of records for high temperatures. Let’s see what April has to offer.

Spring break is upon us. The schools here in the valley will be taking next week off. It’s very traditional here in ag land. The week before Easter is ALWAYS spring break for the schools. In the Bay Area, where our kids live, spring break is always the first week of April. So, this year the two locations are on the same schedule! A rarity as Easter “hops” around and the first week of April is always the first week of April!

Next week our daughter is taking our granddaughter and a friend to visit colleges in southern California. Our son-in-law engaged a college counselor to help make some financial decisions as to best possibilities for acceptance and affordability. Unlike our daughter and son-in-law who left California for college, our granddaughter wants to stay in state. Probably a better financial outlook for that.

Our daughter, though, got a full tuition scholarship to the only college she applied to, out of state. We paid room and board for the first two years and then our daughter and a friend took over management of a college-owned apartment building, getting free rent. We did spend money on airplane fare to and from Oregon during three and a half years. That’s another bonus, Jennifer had AP credits and finished college a semester early. Came back to Fresno and worked for our church before heading to Berkeley for seminary. So, who knows where the grandchildren will land for college. I’m leaving it all up to God.

This week has been a bit of a wild ride with schedule changes for Terry’s neuroendocrine tumor treatments. His blood count was not up to par for the March date. Stanford got back to him this week and said let’s do treatment #2 April 2. NO. Won’t work because of the required isolation after treatment. Our grandson is being baptized on Easter Sunday and we WILL be there, not tucked away at home.

Two more dates were scheduled and I worked to cancel previous hotel reservations and make new ones. Will these dates actually happen? Who knows. But the important parts–house/critter sitter and hotel rooms–have been reserved.

We are glad about a change to the May treatment date as we have so much going on in May with the grandkids. We are trying to get Stanford to understand that we do not want our grandchildren remembering us as the old people who couldn’t get to events because of medical appointments and health issues.

Which brings up another issue for the week–our son-in-law’s stepdad (it’s a long convoluted story) had what appears to be a brain bleed and was involved in an auto accident and was hospitalized for a few days. His vision is impaired. His vehicle is not drivable and he lives far from the city on the side of a mountain. Alone. Our son-in-law and his sister are the closest thing to family that he has. Neither of whom live in the area. I feel bad for all parties involved, including our daughter and grandchildren who didn’t get to see much of their husband/father the last two weeks. A lesson: as you get older, don’t move to a place far from medical care, shopping, and friends.

Porch-sitting

Monday morning, a beautiful spring day. Almost summer-like already. I’m not complaining. Just hoping this weather holds all the way until July when I KNOW it will be hot. The San Joaquin Valley is known for its HOT summer months. May and June, though, can be absolutely gorgeous. And, yes, I know it’s only the end of March!

Because the weather was perfection this morning, and I was not going anywhere today, I thought it would be a fine time to head out on another 17-minute mile. Mondays are good days for this walk. It’s not a watering day and it’s not garbage pickup day. Streets and sidewalks are free and clear.

When I got back home, the cats were on the porch, lying on the chairs I have there. I picked up one cat and plopped myself down in his place. He plopped himself on my lap. We sat there for over 17 minutes. Just enjoying the lovely morning. Here is a picture of my view from the porch.

Now, after lunch, Terry is in the front yard, pruning the bushes out there. There’s still room in the green cart for more trimmings. Tuesday is garbage pickup day, so today is a good day to fill the carts…and go for a walk.

Tending to friendships for longer life

Friday was friend day for me.

I was up and out of the house at 8:30 to drive across town to another Presbyterian church to pack food for their once-a-month food distribution that happens the third Saturday of every month, no matter the weather. The recipients start lining up the night before and are ready to roll through the pickup line at 7 a.m. However, to get to that point of pickup, lots of work must be done.

It starts on Thursday when the Central California Food Bank rolls in with a semi truck full of food–staples as well as fresh produce and dairy. That takes a team of strong men to unload and set up three rooms for packing. Next step is when a big group of us arrive at 9 a.m. on Friday to do that packing work.

The woman who heads this up is a part of The Ladies Who Lunch. We taught at different high schools but we taught the same subjects and all of the business teachers became good friends. Such good friends that we regularly see each other in retirement. LindaJean, the coordinator for the food distribution, is receiving an award for her excellent work so on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday a film crew (who also used a drone for footage of the car lineup) was on the premises.

After food packing I headed farther east to meet a couple of other retired teachers for lunch. Not business teachers but who also taught at Fresno High. English, Latin, math. The home ec teacher wasn’t in attendance as her daughter had fallen during the week and broken her ankle so Stacey was staying with her in Santa Cruz. We all texted with her over the weekend, filling her in on our next lunch plans and checking on how the daughter is doing.

Here it is Sunday morning and I am up early as Terry will leave for church for choir practice at 8:30 and I will go about 90 minutes later for Sunday service. I will connect with more friends there. In the meantime I come in and open my computer to find a newsletter on the benefits of friends. They are good for our health. (I already knew that.)

People with strong friendships have a 24% lower risk of all-cause mortality, a 19% lower risk of stroke, and, according to a 2025 study, slower epigenetic aging and lower levels of inflammatory markers. The research is unambiguous: close friendships aren’t a longevity intervention, they are a reflection of your health and vitality.

Not having friends to confide in, on the other hand, can have devastating consequences: Scientists have learned that a lack of social connection is almost as bad for your health as smoking a pack of cigarettes per day

I hope you connect with your friends today. Call, text, send a photo, or even better, go see them in person.

Walking, talking, and getting my car washed

Did my 17-minute mile walk on Monday. Took 18 minutes, but I’m okay with that. I had a steady stride the whole way, even though it was getting warm by 11 a.m. We are in for high temperatures here in California for the next week so I’m not sure how many of these walks I will do. I have a lot going on this week.

Monday morning I was up and out early to run errands. Tuesday I’m off to get my hair cut. Wednesday I MUST get my car washed as it has lots of road dirt on it from the last three trips to the Bay Area. I like to be early to the car wash, especially since it will be hot. I hate for the car wash attendants to have to work on my car when the temperatures are high and the sun is high in the sky. Friday I am packing food at University Presbyterian for their Saturday food giveaway. Then going to lunch with a group of friends.

I have changed up my medicine and supplement schedules. I recently read that flax seed oil (actually all omega 3, but I’ve taken flax seed oil for years) helps with mood. For years I took one capsule three times a week, usually in the midmorning. Because I’m usually up around 3 a.m. to use the bathroom, I decided to take my blood pressure pill (one half then, one half at noon) that is for the top number, the flax seed oil capsule, and if my hands or head are hurting, one Excedrin. I wake up a few hours later feeling so good. Now, could this change really make a difference in how I feel, or is it all in my head? Doesn’t matter. I’m taking it as a win.

A hiccup in the ointment…a fly in the plan…

…but it’s all good.

Last Tuesday, just before we were heading out to the Bay Area, we learned that Terry’s blood levels were too low (bone marrow needed more rejuvenation) for the next PRRT treatment, planned for Thursday. Yes, just two days away. We didn’t want to cancel the trip, though, because we wanted to see our kids, and it was too late to cancel the hotel reservation. And the weather was absolute perfection.

The only part of this that bothered us was the fact that now all those well made plans were going to be set aside and new plans would need to be worked out. What is that saying? Man makes plans; God laughs…

And that’s exactly it. This whole medical escapade has been in God’s hands, and continues to be. We don’t see this as a hardship, but rather a miracle in which we get to participate. Most people who have neuroendocrine tumors do not discover them until one has metastisized somewhere in the body, like Steve Jobs’ whose pancreas was hit. The previous two cases at the cancer center here in Fresno, where Terry’s was determined, were too far gone to be saved. There is a new patient there now, caught early enough, like Terry’s, and following in his path with treatment at Stanford.

We had a lovely trip to the Bay Area. Thoroughly enjoyed time with our kids. Heard about plans for college visits over spring break. Laughed about incidents while getting passport photos. Terry and Judah got to throw around the football in the backyard until Terry was worn out. (He would be missing cardiac rehab the next day so this was an even better substitution.)

On the way home on Thursday we stopped in at Stanford Medical (we are becoming well acquainted with the layout) for Terry to get one more blood test. It would prove that his red blood counts are still not where the team of 14 doctors would like it to be so we will wait, and let God work on the plans.