Category Archives: Rancho Roly Poly

First frost of the season

A light freeze for some around Central Texas, tomorrow and Monday mornings, but more likely a frost for us. And with gusty winds it will feel colder. A little early, perhaps, but not bad when you consider the lows will pop right back up into the 60s on Tuesday morning.

Considering all the federal hoo-rah over supposed global warming climate change, I do wish we could get back to warm winters. Haven’t had a real good warm one in several years. But at least this frost is more or less on time and not as early as previous winters.

UPDATE:  Then, on the coldest night since March, the furnace quit. Turned out to be a problem with the thermostat. As Mr. B. said: “Adversity builds character.” Or else it’s just a pain in the arse.

The Purloined Cameo

I’ve been gathering Mrs. C.’s jewelry in their various boxes to put in one to offer a chance to her best girlfriends, her mother and aunt, my sisters and nieces to take a piece or two to remember her by.

In the course of which I also gathered the pieces I want to save for Mr. B., including some he might someday want to present to his wife. But one of them, an ivory cameo hung like a pendant on a chain which I wanted to keep for myself, was missing.

Couldn’t figure out where it could have gone. Searched and searched. I know she wore it occasionally. So where was it? Finally gave up. Then not thinking about it at all, I finally saw it, draped over a framed photograph on the wall.

Like Poe’s “Purloined Letter” it had been “hidden” in plain sight all along.

The Halloween that wasn’t

Can’t face the little trick-or-treaters tonight, so the front lights will be off. They’re mostly small Asian (Korean, Chinese, sometimes Vietnamese) in store-bought costumes with their proud parents hanging back just to make sure no harm comes to them in this strange American ritual.

Bless their hearts. They’re not paranoid.

Always remind me of going out in old, tattered clothes as a hobo (as the “homeless” were called in the 1950s) and the year I used two boxes to make a robot outfit, then ran out of silver paint to make it just right. Worked well in the dark however.

Have fun out there kids. Watch out for cars.

Our new tabby

Came home from fiddle lesson to find a big orange and white tabby cat asleep on one of the patio chairs. I seem to remember seeing him (her?) lurking around the back forty the last few days.

When I saw him (her?) in the chair, my first, irreverent thought was: Debra, you came back as a cat? I seem to be getting over the shock of losing her. Though not the fact of it.

UPDATE:  Like Garfield, Mr. B. said. Like that, yes.

Mrs. Charm is on hospice care

Mrs. Charm has been in a steep decline since Oct. 13, her advanced cancer taking away her ability to think clearly and speak coherently. She has enormous trouble communicating with me and Mr. Boy, which causes her endless frustration. She’s fallen twice on her walker and is no longer able to stand, even with help.

On the 16th she said she knew she could not recover and she wanted to go with Hospice Austin’s care rather than suffer through another round of chemo. The stuff called R-CHOP she had last fall that helped her get into remission until July was nothing compared to the high-dose ones called RICE to fight her recurrent lymphoma. Two rounds of that in late August and late September cut her pretty low and caused scary neurological episodes each time. Recovery was hard, especially after she got the news Oct. 7 that it hadn’t worked and the cancer was steadily spreading.

Her M.D. Anderson doctor called Sunday to see what our situation was. He wasn’t surprised. Cancer moves fast, he said. “God bless you,” he concluded.

So Mrs. C. will stop taking the multiple pills she was on for various, presumably chemo-related problems such as a thyroid condition, and antibiotics to defeat possible infections from her weakened immune system. Now she will take only those drugs that will mask her pain to keep her as comfortable as possible. With hourly visits each day from Certified Nurses Aides to see to her hygiene and a weekly visit daily visits from a hospice nurse to monitor her condition.

And when the shut-down of one of her organs inevitably occurs, we’ll call the 24/7 hospice line instead of 9-1-1.

UPDATE:  Mrs. Charm, my wife Debra Ann Davis Stanley, passed away at 5 p.m. on Oct. 22 after a long and exhausting struggle with cancer. She was 55 years young.

New roses at the rancho

knockouts

Not more of our usual antiques, but the new Knockouts which bloom year-round in Central Texas. We have seven eight red and yellow ones alternating along the back fence.

Mrs. Charm’s cancer worsens

Our latest trip to M.D. Anderson Cancer Center in Houston featured a PET scan. It showed two rounds of the high-dose chemo that is the standard treatment for Ms. C.’s refractory diffuse large B-cell lymphoma have failed to slow, let alone stop it.

Once confined to more than a dozen of her lymph nodes, the cancer has now spread to her uterus, her bowels and her left kidney. It isn’t the end but we can see it from here. The only thing left is a second-line trio of drugs with a high toxicity, risking infection and possible neurological damage, that has only a 30 percent chance of gaining remission for her.

We should know by the middle of November whether it’s going to work. If it doesn’t the docs say she would have no more than six months to live and we should call in hospice to keep her comfortable until the end arrives.