it’s been a week since Jim ventured into chemotherapy land. He’s been taking it easy in the triple-digit heat, but today, despite a low-grade fever, nasty sore throat and drippy nose, he was certain he would win a drawing at the Green Valley Farmer’s Market for a shiny new golf cart, so off we went.
There were a total of ten finalists. Three had been drawn in advance. A good sized crowd waited while the remainder were selected at random from all the entries. It seemed to take forever. The lemon tartlet, croissant and bread I had just purchased from Madame at the Cafe Francais booth for fattening up chemo boy were starting to ooze in their white bakery bags from the heat.
Much to my surprise, not only was Jim’s name called as a finalist, the eight people ahead of him were not winners when they tried to turn their keys. Two of my Quail Creek neighbors stood with me and waited for Jim’s turn. No golf cart joy for Jim, but a gift certificate to a local restaurant will buy a nice lunch.
When the fun was over it was off for a chest x-ray, followed by hurry up and wait at the doctors office and the pharmacy. Antibiotics, cough medication and a secret potion of magic mouthwash are all at work now and should have him feeling better just in time for more chemo next week. Naughty Jimmy also learned he had overlooked a blood draw and had to visit the vampire.
On a brighter note, the cat painter has begun a 16 X 20 image of kittens in a basket. Since he usually paints small, this larger canvas will keep him challenged. Here is the preliminary sketch: