Monthly Archive: September 2007

Sunrise Ride

Picture_608 Crappy weather yesterday – Vandenbusch took  the chicken exit- so no Saturday ride. I still had the itch but the Sunday schedule was filling up fast.  Breakfast with Liz and Gary and Liz’s mom Rose, then a drive to Stockton to see Staci and Shane.  My only choice was a sunrise ride. I was on the bike a little after 7am.  Took the short way out to Coyote Hills.  Over Highway 880 and the curly que down to the bike path that skirts Ardonwood Farm. They were just opening the back gate when I came through. Perfect timing.  Through the empty farm on the first day of Autumn.  The Corn Maze ready, the pumpkin patch cleared.  AND PUMPKINS EVERYWHERE.

Picture_611 Through three blocks of city streets and into Coyote Hills. Heart Attack Hill and the back side of Coyote, then home the long way along Alameda Creek Trail. Stopped long enough to take another picture looking towards Mission Peak.  Turned out to be a nice little 15 miler.  Great way to start the day!

And the rest of the day was just as good.

Good Vibes……FUCK CANCER

Chemo treatment 2 of 6 is days away. Barb has finally come out of the chemo fog in the last couple of days. Minimal side affects.  The first week was pretty rough. Second week  just plain crappy.  Hopefully she can have a few semi-normal days before Wednesday and the cycle beginning again. We’ve gotten out for a couple of walks ( 3 miles yesterday) and Barb is out on her own today. We will both be glad when treatment 6 of 6 has come and gone.

Let me know if you want a wristband

Life with Lulu

Picture_579 Things aren’t quite the same around the Flaherty house these days. We’ve had the new kitty for about 6 weeks now and all I can say is that life with Lulu is anything but boring.  First of all, she is a kitty, so that automatically makes her adorable.    She is a survivor and still is in some sort of survivor mode.  She only trusts Barb and is skittish a lot of the time around anyone else. She is skinny as a bean pole and jumpy as long tailed cat in  a rocking chair factory.  BUT SHE SURE IS FUN TO WATCH!

She is a true kitty. Playing with her toy mouse, her own tail, or some unseen piece of dust, shadow, or something or other. What a hoot!  Barb has gotten her to fetch her toy mouse (when she is in the mood of course). That is something to watch.  I told Barb that fetching a mouse is real funny until she brings home a real mouse and we try to toss it away and Lulu keeps bringing it back!  Won’t be cute or funny then! We bought her a cat tree which we put in the front window. She loves it. We love it when she sleeps up there. Its also the spot she runs to when she is in trouble, which is often.

The kitty is eating like a pig and growing day by day.  Her markings are pretty, Grey all around with little white paws, underbelly and the tip of the nose.

The down side of Lulu is that Niya is still not a happy dog with a kitty in the house. Lulu thinks she can dominate Niya because Niya has kept her distance so far, and even leave the room when Lulu is being rambunctious.  Little does Lulu know that Niya can (and may) snap her little neck if she gets too close and too frisky. So far though, Niya has been a great dog.

Down Time

Picture_546 Three weeks after Barb’s surgery and a month before she starts chemo.   Time to chill, get well, and prepare.  Great to have so many well-wishers.  Barb’s family has been around a lot.  Auntie Irene had been visiting from Florida.  Barb’s mom and dad were also ” in state”  during  their annual summer RV tour.  And Barb’s older sister Melinda just drove up from Pahrump Nevada to spend a few days.  Sister Sarah is just around the corner in Tracy. Its a rare occurrence when you get the three Smith girls together. Even rarer to get a picture of it!  A Good shot of Sarah, Barb and Melinda, tackling a 750 piece jigsaw puzzle.  LOOKING GOOD LADIES!!!!!

Cancer Reality Tour – ChemoDaze

1tuffbarb Hit the next stop on the cancer reality tour yesterday when Barb had Chemo session #1.  On Tuesday she had a minor outpatient procedure to have the chemo port installed in her chest.  Arrived at the oncologist office yesterday at noon. After a brief consult we were given the green light to proceed with chemo.  Downstairs to the “chemo lounge” with other lucky cancer patients.  The place was really crowded and I’m thinking that this place is not conducive to healing. I turned out to be wrong. We shared a room for a short time with a little old lady from the Bronx New York, who had stage IV (there is no stage V) colon cancer.  She was getting routine chemo just to keep her cancer from progressing.  A real sweet lady who made us both feel at ease.   Barb’s chemo routine is as follows. they connect the chemo port  to saline bag and then inject a shot of steroids and a shot of benedryl into the line. Wait 30 minutes for it to sink in,  then the first chemo med. One hour each for the Carboplatin,  Taxotere and then the Herceptin to drip in.  With each drop of each med I was waiting for Barb for have a reaction. Thank God she didn’t. We were done around 5:30pm and home.  Barb was fatigued and had a headache but otherwise was doing ok.  After a not so good nights sleep, she is doing ok today. The oncology nurse said that she wouldn’t sleep well with all the steroids they gave her.

Took this camphone picture of Barb while waiting for the Doctor. What a beauty!

PS  : Thank for dinner Vicky V!

Ass Over Tea Kettle

Picture_574 Got in 60 miles of riding over the three day weekend.  Friday, Saturday, Monday.  The latter two with Vandenbusch.  On the way back from this mornings ride, we were riding along,  talking about Steve’s great Aunt Betty. We passed a couple of walkers and I went to get a sip of water. I was going too fast with one hand on the wheel trying to get back in formation when I almost clipped Steve’s back tire. I hit the front break a little too hard and….. JIMMY’S  DOWN!!!!

Happened real fast. The bike stopped but I didn’t.  Went right over the handle bars. Suffered some road rash on both arms, both elbows and both knees. And my pinky finger on both hands.  From the looks of me and the looks of my bike,  I must’ve held on until the handle bars hit the pavement. The visor on my helmet had snapped off.  I couldn’t believe that I didn’t scrape up my face. My glasses stayed on somehow.  When I went to get up I realized that the handle bar must’ve hit my chest when I went down because it felt a little tender.  Other than that I was good to go.  Between Steve and I we scraped together enough band-aids and even a medicated wipe.  Bandaged up and back on the trail and on to coffee. 

Reminds me of Barb when she went ass over tea kettle