Teresa has inspired me! In her latest blog entry she has promised to blog once a week. So, I’m inspired and here goes…I’m boring! Thanks be to God! I love being boring. Nothing broken, no treatments for anything…Boring! If only this could continue. By the way, I loved Teresa’s next-to-last blog entry with that scary baby. I’ve heard about Twitter, too. I’m not going there. I recently tried Face Book; and once I signed up, there were so many questions to set up a profile I gave up. J.J.’s been spending time with me, and there are always a couple of great stories to tell about him…reminds me of his Uncle John…now there are the stories! Along with J.J.’s other talents (reading, math, sports), he’s also into chess. Two Saturday nights when he was spending the night with me, he wanted to go to Chess Club. Both nights he got a first place trophy. I said Saturday must be his lucky night, because he often plays on Friday night; but he gave the credit to me. He said it must be that Grandma’s good luck. I’ll happily take the credit. His latest interest at my house is playing Yahtzee. I taught him to play, and the first Yahtzee he ever got was with ones. So every time he rolls a couple of ones, he goes for ones. I know he thinks he’s going to get another Yahtzee. Actually, a Yahtzee strategy is to never go for ones and hold it open if you have to take a zero. His other favorite thing to do is roll for an inside straight. He’ll look at a two, two, four, four, and five roll and decide to roll for a three for a small straight. I don’t even bother to tell him anymore that that’s not a great strategy, because without fail, he rolls the three. If I have four of a kind and go for a Yahtzee, right before I dump the dice out, he says, “Yahtzee!” I know that’s his version of what his father would call a hex. J.J. knows it, and I know it. He’s a real riot! Being a grandmother is a great thing. He just gets undivided attention with me. I don’t have to do laundry, clean the house, Heaven forbid cook anything so I can basically play Yahtzee all day. I had a successful, no problems mammogram; that was good. I originally started this blog because of cancer. Right now, being boring and all, I don’t have a lot to say about cancer; and that’s why I don’t blog that often. I do go to the Cancer Institute every few weeks and have my port flushed, which by the way, I’m going to change that terminology to port irrigated. That sounds much better. I am so disappointed though. In March when I went, Mona (you know who was once my least favorite oncology nurse and became my favorite) wasn’t there; they said she took the day off for her birthday. This week when I went, Mona was gone…like resigned and gone. I can’t believe it. The next day I went to have my taxes done, and the lady who’s been doing them for years had died. At least when I called for my appointment, and they said Pam wasn’t there anymore, they could have explained that Pam really wasn’t there anymore. I feel as if I lost two friends. O.K., a little about cancer…well, really about the port. Some people can’t wait to have the port removed. I believe some people think of it as a celebration…cancer’s gone, check; port’s gone; check, check; cancer must really be gone. Then there are people who don’t want to have the port removed. That would be me. I don’t believe elective surgery is a phrase I want in my vocabulary. I don’t want another surgical procedure. Do you think that deeply and darkly I really think that I might again need the port someday and I don’t want to have one removed only to have another implanted. That’s a question I ask myself probably every time I drive the 20 miles for the port irrigation. I don’t know the answer. I do remember that at my last visit with Dr. Manno, he said if you make it through two years, the likelihood of cancer returning goes down. What I hope to clarify with him the next time I see him is…two years from when…the surgery? the first chemo? the last chemo? We’ll see what his answer is. Oh, I forgot the most important thing. Today I went blonde! Ever since my hair started growing back in a year and a half ago, I’ve been grey/white, whatever; but today I’m blonde again. I hope my hair doesn’t fall out, but what the heck, been there, done that! I still have wigs and a great collection of hats!