I am hopeful for a quiet, uneventful, healthy 2012, because 2011 just plain sucked.
In February, I noticed that Cosmo spent a lot of time leaning on me and putting his head in my lap with his nose constantly sniffing at a red mark on my forearm. He got to be a giant pest about it, to the point that in March, I looked at him and said, “OK. For God’s sake leave me alone.” And, I promptly made an appointment with the dermatologist. (Seriously. I talk to both dogs all the time.)
When I saw the dermatologist, he took one look at my arm and said, “I don’t like the look of that at all, let’s do a biopsy.” The rest was history. I had surgery in April, and now am the proud owner of a giant scar on my left forearm, and in August had a PET/CT scan to make sure all of the cancer was gone. They “staged” the melanoma at 1B. I have to see the dermatologist every three months for body checks, and will eventually see a plastic surgeon to see if the scar can be minimized.
M.S. Update: Some days are better than others, and with the help of modern pharmacopeia, I have more energy and less neuropathic pain. I saw my neurologist this week, and he diagnosed me with “RLS” (Restless Leg Syndrome). He is sure that this is why I have such problems with my legs at night. My yearly MRI is scheduled for March, at which time I’ll flirt with Boris a bit, and hope for no new glowing spots on my spine, or God forbid in my brain.
As a result of being a klutz, the M.S., or both, I took a couple of Flying Wallendas this year. One time, I did it up really well and fractured my left ankle. It was kind of surreal, one minute I was standing there, and the next minute I was flat on my face on my front lawn,. Again, about six weeks ago, I fell and sprained my right ankle. You know, the one with the tendonitis issues? I used this latest mishap as an entrée into some physical therapy which does seem to be helping.
My dogs don’t get many walks lately, and they don’t seem to mind. I try to take them to Doggie Daycare often, and we play lots of pot holder frisbee when I get home from work. I don’t mind them sleeping on the bed at night because they keep my feet warm. Clover is slowing down to an energy level that I can keep up to. Cosmo is my laid back dude whom I will never ignore again.
Now and then, Cosmo will sniff my arm, and look at me as if to say, “You should have listened to me sooner, you dope.” And, I look at him and say “Thanks for being a pest.”
To the “C”rap of 2011, I bid thee farewell. To the upcoming sure-to-find-its-way-to-my-front-door Crap of 2012 .. get lost.