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She has a mass in her abdomen. He prescribed drops for the eye infection and sent her home.

Still dealing with the sadness from Drew's cat Cookie . . . And right now my sisters are at the vet with our cat Daisy. Daisy is 16.  She has always been tiny, but strong and healthy. She hasn't really been eating or drinking much lately and now she's skin and bones.  And lethargic. And it looks like she has some sort of infection in her eyes.  I picjed her up this morning and started to cry. I think I already know what the vet is going to say. Mr. Kitty just spent a few days at the animal hospital, he had a very treatable infection. He's home now and doing fine. I think my sisters are hoping the vet can treat Daisy and she'll be ok, too. I am not so optimistic.

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As if my children needed additional "lessons" . . . Both girls were upset when Drew told them about Cookie.  She was their cat, they picked her out at the animal shelter, they chose her name. Drew decided to have the cat cremated, and he wants to spread the ashes in the back yard.  Cookie was an indoor cat, she never left the house, but she loved to sit on the window sill and look at all the activity in the yard. He'll get the ashes in 2 weeks.  And when the girls come for Thanksgiving we will have a little ceremony to say goodbye.

A sweet ginger cat who loved her human family unconditionally.  Drew got her 11 years ago, when she was just a kitten.  He took Jen and Becca to the animal shelter to pick out a cat. Drew is devastated.  And I'm trying to figure out how to tell the girls.

Love my new tablet. I have an app for blogger.  Lets me type pists and save them to the tablet if I don't want to publish immediately. Spent 20 minutes during lunch typing a post. Tablet lost its 3G connection. And I lost my post.

So tonight Drew and I went to the movies . . . Saw the latest incarnation of "The Three Musketeers" in 3D (can you imagine Orlando Bloom as a villain?)  movie was ok, kind of fun to watch the fight sequences in slow motion and 3D. Afterwards he surprised me with reservations at PF Chang's.  We were there last winter . . . I even wrote a detailed review for Urbanspoon . . .and it was time to go back. So we ordered from the prix fixe menu.  Dinner for two includes two bowls of soup, one appetizer, two entrees and either two mini desserts or one larger dessert to share. So he had the egg drop soup and I had the hot and sour.  We ordered steamed pork dumplings. Cridpy honeyed shrimp and Mongolian beef.  He had the cheesecake and I had "The Great Wall of Chocolate."  food was good, service was mediocre. We finished dinner and went out to the car.  I took out my phone and opened my Urbanspoon app to see if I wanted to update ny review. So first I had to read my r

It's time for Jen to renew her driver's license.  Can't believe she's been driving for four years! Anyhow, she didn't think she'd need a vision test.  The DMV recently dropped the rule.  But then the governor reinstated the rule.  She could go to the DMV to do the test, but she's away at school. . . So she went to an optometrist. Who told her she has an astigmatism in each eye and needs glasses to drive. Jen wore glasses for an astigmatism for a brief time in elementary school, but her opthamolgist decided she didn't need them anymore . . . Her father wears glasses.  I wear glasses. So we were not surprised. But Jen was shocked. So tomorrow she' s going to the opthamologist.  Who is also a family friend. I think she's hoping he'll tell her the optometrist was mistaken.

Once again I have participated in this very important event. Every year I swear I'll get up early and beat the traffic to Jones Beach.  And every year I wind up in a traffic jam trying to get into the parking lot. But eventually I park, and make my way to the registration tent. . . You can see the penants flying long before you reach the tent. When I first started walking, Jen walked with her cheer team and Becca walked with Key Club, so my time wasn't my own.  But now I can visit the Survivor's tent and take my time talking with other survivors.  I can collect my pink t-shirt and other badges of my status. The weather was warm today, I took off my sweatshirt even before I hit the boardwalk.  But it was windy, I had to use bobby pins to keep my baseball cap from flying off. I love to see all the walkers . . .school groups, unions, corporate teams, local hospital employees, friends of cancer patients. . .today I saw a group of fire fighters in dress uniform.  Most walke

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The song was released 40 years ago today. Some things are ageless.

For some reason I cannot think of anything to blog about!

From the ridiculous to the sublime ... Or visa versa. Spent Saturday morning in synagogue, observing Yom Kippur, the holiest day of the year. Saturday night...Bayville Scream Park. Bayville is a small community on Long Island Sound, not far from Oyster Bay (we drove past the Teddy Roosevelt statue ong our way).  When you stand on the beach in Bayville you look across the water to Westchester - my GPS actually placed me in Rye.  No wonder they wanted to build a bridge here! The bayville adventure park is right across the street from the public beach. During the summer there's miniature golf, bumper boats, a video game arcade... But after Labor Day the park is transformed.  There's a toned down version for young kids during the day ... But at night ... Creepy! There are five haunted attractions.  Creepy decorations, fog machines, strobe lights, lots of atmosphere.  The actors talk to you, scream at you, follow you...but they're not allowed to touch you. Drew and I ha

Hear our prayer We have sinned before Thee Have compassion upon us and upon our children Help us bring an end to pestilence, war, and famine Cause all hate and oppression to vanish from the earth Inscribe us for blessing in the Book Of Life Let the new year be a good year for us

Just got a tablet - a Samsung Galaxy7.  No it's not an iPad but it's still great fun.

Yom Kippur, a Day of Remembrance. We fast and pray, separate ourselves from the physical world and seek the spiritual. We record the passage of time.

As my 50th birthday approached (can you believe it's almost two years ago?) I knew I needed to celebrate in a big way, and began planning a Caribbean cruise. I wanted...no, needed...to go someplace where I'd never been before, to see unfamiliar parts of the world.Just about the time we were planning the trip, I won two tickets to a Jimmy Buffett concert. Jimmy's music was perfect, it set the tone for the partying that followed on the ship. I'd never really been a fan of his before, but after that concert I was hooked. A true Parrothead. And so I read his books.... Tales From Margaritaville , A Salty Piece of Land , Swine Not , and his autobiography, A Pirate Looks at Fifty , the last being a bit of a travelogue, describing the special trip he took to Central America to celebrate his 50th birthday. Gee, why would that hit home? Jimmy's themes of growing older but not up, of life being an adventure, of the need to party and have fun, synced perfectly with my

Time and tide wait for no man. Geoffrey Chaucer A single breaker may recede; but the tide is evidently coming in. Thomas B. Macaulay Jen called me yesterday using her friend Andy's phone. As soon as I realized the unfamiliar number in the caller ID was Jen, I had to ask what happened to her phone..... Seems she and Andy went to the beach yesterday....it's just a short walk from the house she's renting....and left their things on the sand while they waded into the water. She didn't realize the tide was coming in.... At least she backed up all her data....

If whining and long descriptions of symptoms turn you off, stop reading this and move on to something more pleasant. My greatest health challenge: cold and flu season. Mind you, I am a cancer survivor. But when you are in treatment for cancer, it's a battle. No matter how ill you feel, you're in the fight for your life. So you put on your armor and engage in the struggle. I have many friends who deal with chronic, debilitating illness. Having a cold or the flu is nothing compared to that, I'm sure. But it's cold and flu season, so let me be a little self-indulgent for the moment. Because I can't stand having a cold. You know where it hits me the hardest? My ears. You would think, after two bouts of bronchitis and a case of pneumonia that put me in the hospital for four days, that my lungs would be the most vulnerable to the germs making the rounds. You'd be wrong. Spring 2004. Bad cold, major congestion in my sinuses. It felt as though my head was wrapp

Saw Camelot done at a regional theater today. One of my favorite musicals! Ejoy this clip from the movie:

I think she can manage for 35 days. ;-) Frustrated text message from Jen: "I hate that you had me so late in the year!" Seems she is the youngest among her friends. They've all turned 21. And like all newly-minted "adults" they are enjoying their new-found status by socializing in the local college bars. Where Jen cannot go because she is not yet 21. Her birthday is in 35 days. - Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone