There will be no exercises today because it is Martin Luther King Day.
I slept really well last night. I woke up two times but went right back to sleep. I slept until 6:00. It has been years since I slept until 6:00.
Missy and I have both had our breakfasts and I am just catching up on the blog and will download some photos soon that I took yesterday at the MLK service.
I don't know what I will do today. I could go to the market and get the small amount of groceries I need. We will have leftover spaghetti for lunch. I have some more garlic bread and we will have that too. I cooked beans yesterday and I will leave some of those for Bob for Wednesday when I have my surgery. I have corn bread mix to have with them. He may have them both Wednesday and Thursday because I won't be released from the hospital until Thursday some time.
I hope this surgery works. I am not all that impressed with the medical community. My first bad experience was when I went to a specialist to have my second bunion surgery done and it failed. He said my only other option was to have the Keller procedure done. I checked into that and learned that procedure fails 70% of the time. Of course I chose to just live with the bunion.
Secondly, the doctors were not able to diagnose my Bob's problem until a week before he died. The surgeon our doctor sent us to to get the biopsy did not want to do the biopsy since Bob also had type 2 diabetes. Then he lied to our doctor and said we did not want the biopsy. That's why we went to see him. That's what the appointment was all about. I told our doctor that he had lied to her. Then we went to Bartlesville to a radiologist who scanned Bob's chest and immediately said "Well, this is cancer but we won't know what kind until the biopsy comes back". He then did a needle biopsy. Why Dr. Lynn didn't do that is beyond me. We went home and our doctor called in hospice when she got the results of the biopsy.
Bob had developed lymphadema in his left arm in the fall of 2009. It swelled terribly and was painful. We went up to the hospital and a nurse explained the procedure for wearing a sleeve to compress it. He had multiple MRIs and CT scans but nothing was detected. There seemed not to be a clue that there might be some reason for all that swelling. He had not had breast surgery..the usual reason for all that swelling. So he dealt with that until May of 2010 when he died.
When I had the erysipelas on my face, they had it diagnosed as cellulitis and gave me an antibiotic that did not clear it up. That was the first week in February of 2012. It was March before I finally went to Dr. Eslicker, a Bartlesville dermatologist, and got it correctly diagnosed. He told me it could have been fatal since the infection was so near my brain.
So, I am not all that impressed with the medical community. I hope Dr. Peaster doesn't disappoint me. I wouldn't have the surgery here in Coffeyville. Dr. Lynn would be assisting Dr. Howerter and I wouldn't take my cat to a liar.
I looked up the showtimes for the movie I wanted to see. Bob was here at the time but he showed no interest if going so after he left, I called and asked Karan. She wanted to go so we went to Bartlesville where the movie was showing at 1:40 and watched it. It was "Hidden Figures" and it was excellent. It was a movie about the brilliant black women who worked on the space program. I highly recommend it! No one would ever have known about their contributions if the book by the same name hadn't made such a hit that they made a movie about it. It was certainly never mentioned in history.
Bob came back over at 5:00 and we went over to Brahms and had an ice cream cone. Then we came back to my apartment and watched the CBS news. He went home shortly before 7:00 and I took my bath and watched TV with Missy lying on the sofa until I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. Then we went to bed.