Cross your fingers, Lucy is having surgery today to remove a lump in her lymph node, followed by one last dose of chemotherapy (mitotic inhibitor) next week. After that, if the cancer recurs Happy Wife says she’s in hospice. Personally speaking, I’m optimistic; other than this latest lump Lucy is entirely symptom free, and the damn cancer hasn’t recurred in her neck since it was removed for the (3rd) last time over a month ago. Knowing it’s gone to her lymphatics isn’t a positive sign, but on the other hand there’s no evidence it’s metastasized beyond this one lump.
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We went to The Nest this weekend to check up on the place. All was well. Got a hot fire raging in the wood stove, turned up the hot tub, mixed a pitcher of what we’re now calling Nestaritas — one can limeade, one can Tequila, one (16 oz) can Pabst. Mix well. Enjoy over ice. I grilled a flank steak and Happy Wife prepared fixins for fajitas. Stoked the fire and settled in to watch The Heat starring Sandra Bullock & Melissa McCarthy. Raunchy, trashy, and mostly amusing. Emptied the Nestaritas. Bedtime came easy.
Woke to a glorious day, once it got going that is (~9:30 am). Very little snow, nearly 30 degrees, no wind. A perfect day for a hike to Tonsina Point.
Packed up and drove back to Anchorage early am Sunday. Happy Wife drops me at the Peanut Farm, a known hangout for Cheeseheads, as the game was not televised in our area. But at The Farm every game is on one of their TVs (>15?), and if one of the games is the Packers it appears on one of the BIG screens. Place was mobbed, even beyond usual, which is crazy. Found a lone stool next to two Bears fans, a man and a woman. Otherwise nice people. I lost a bet to the woman midway through the game on some play or another. That set me back three shots of Patron. I wasn’t going to let them drink alone!
If you saw the game you can imagine my mood at the one minute to go mark when it looked like the Packers were done for the year. And then, miraculously, on fourth and one, Arron Rodgers let’s loose with a 30+ yard strike to Cobb for a touchdown. The Farm erupts. Haven’t heard anything like that since… well, since the last time I was at The Farm and the Packers won. But this was special for sure. And then we had to endure the last 40 seconds of the game including one last hail Mary pass to the end zone. The ball hangs in the air for what seemed like minutes as every Cheesehead in the place is on their feet biting their nails and thinking about how we got ripped off last year against the Seahawks:
Not this year baby! We’re in the playoffs. See you at Lambeau Field next week 49ers. Wear an extra pair of socks, could be a long chilly day. Ha!