Today I woke up with renewed energy. It was sort of like having ants in my pants (not that I’ve experienced those critters in my lower regions, but, work with me here; it’s how I imagine it would feel had they been there; I wanted to run and jump). The burst of energy may be due to my recently increased exercise. It is looooong overdue, but I’m back each day walking for 30 minutes, AND I’m doing my practically forgotten floor exercises. Or maybe my energy is because it’s spring. It’s sunny today and I’m feelin’ groovy. And sparkly. Maybe even sassy. (Definitely sassy).
Or maybe it’s because we received some
really, really good exceptional news this week and I’m not yet down from my high. Yeah, that has to be it.
So, while I tell you about our news, I’m going to show you how my day started.
Traffic was literally backing up on our road this morning; we watched vehicle after vehicle drive backwards to “go around the block.” This bus clogged traffic after trying to turn around in our do-able but narrow driveway. No one was hurt, and remarkably, only one child was on the bus at the time. The tow truck arrived and all returned to normal…except for damage on the underside of the bus. Ooops.
REASON TO GIGGLE (i.e. our news): My husband had surgery in January to remove his prostate gland. Well, THAT doesn’t make me giggle. The cancer diagnosis itself was a gut punch; he’s been the epitome of health since I’ve known him (not to mention the healthiest 70 year old I know). But, he has healed quite nicely from the surgery and was back at work less than two weeks after the “snip snip” (his words).
Since, in light of our news, we are having a celebratory dinner this weekend, I decided to get a start on my baking. We are having a taco bar with all the fixins including homemade tortillas. For dessert and any baked goods, I must take extra care since we have many allergies to consider. I tried a new recipe today for chocolate chip cookies, gluten free. The book and the recipe look legit:
Someone can’t have eggs. Someone else can’t have dairy. Several of us can’t have wheat. I LOVE A GOOD CHALLENGE. I used coconut yogurt and applesauce mixed with baking powder for the eggs. The dough was a bit sticky. Against my better judgment, I baked as directed. My “cookies” morphed into a solid glob of chocolaty, half baked goo. I scooped it into a large circle and baked for another six minutes.
Hmmm. They aren’t really cookies. They are more like broken brownies. Presto! Husband approved Browkies were born!
In keeping with my renewed commitment to exercise, each time that buzzer was set, I
hauled a**, I mean, I started walking. I logged in 27 minutes by the time my last batch was done.
And, to get that perfect cookie, I mixed the dough again by adding 1/2 Cup more flour. Ah, perfection:
REASON TO GIGGLE: Last Wednesday, my husband had his first blood test after the surgery. With prostate cancer, one must give the body time to heal and rid the body of rogue cells before the first blood test. In the absence of cancer, normal prostate tissues can show a PSA* value. Ideally, after surgery, we want the PSA to have a value of zero. By Friday morning, we learned that his PSA value is .06. The word our primary care doctor used was “negligible.” While it wasn’t zero, the relief is indescribable.
I crave spring. It’s my favorite time of year. Everything smells delicious. It smells healthy. Sunshine feels healthy. Can one become healthier by inhaling spring air? I think so. Our cats are indoor only, but they get the idea.
And when I came upstairs, this is what I found:
Along with sunshine, my favorite sign of spring is planting. My husband built a tiny greenhouse a couple years ago. Each year, I can hardly wait to get out there and start our garden in seeds. Here’s what I did March 12.
When I started, I was quickly reminded of a not-so-fun day last year. I was stung twice by wasps in rapid succession in my little greenhouse. I’d picked up one of these flats not realizing wasps will hide out between the sections, front and back. OUCH!
Yeah, it’s almost my favorite place to be, except when it’s not.
We’ll be spraying again since these buggers really love this place. I counted six nests today on the underside of my workbench. But, I’m still flying high….
REASON TO GIGGLE: Finally, this Monday my husband saw the surgeon. It was the first visit post surgery (and after that oh-so-important blood test). Not only is the cancer “negligible,” HIS PSA IS ACTUALLY LESS THAN .06.
Did you read that?! It’s LESS THAN .06. That’s even better!
Apparently, some labs report the number as less than, or greater than, rather than send an actual number. If our surgeon says my husband’s number is LESS THAN, we’ll take it and we are over the moon! That means, while it could be .06, it isn’t; it’s less than that. It could be zero. The reason for the .06 could be normal, non-cancerous prostate cells which give a PSA value, or it could mean a negligible amount of cancer cells remaining after surgery. As long as the number stays below 1, and does not rise too quickly before two years, he does not have to worry about radiation.
LESS THAN .06. WOOOOOOOOOOOOO-HOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
I am glad the child on the bus and the driver are OK. I am pleased to have developed a new dessert: the gluten free Browkie! Spring is here, and as long as I can step outside and play in the dirt while inhaling the health of spring, I’ll be OK.
Most of all I am grateful my husband’s body has healed and is continuing to heal. I am grateful for the surgeon’s talented hands. I am grateful I can be here to help my husband through the transition of a major surgery. I’m grateful for good food and newfound energy that comes from taking care of one’s self, even when life gets really hard.
I’m grateful I can giggle today. There are many reasons to do so.
I’m grateful I don’t have ants in my pants.
Have a fabulous day!
(*PSA is the prostate serum antigen, a “…protein produced by both cancerous and noncancerous tissue in the prostate, a small gland that sits below a man’s bladder. Jan 6, 2018 Mayo Clinic).