Seven Roads To Home: Simple Twist of Fate

Zounds. It's late afternoon.I went to the Post Office and the library around the corner.BFD, huh. Yes, huh, it is.

Yesterday, I drove to Mayo-Lacrosse to begin the second round of Chemotherapy. Without scrolling back to see if I previously mentioned being called into the principals office at Franciscan/Skemp/Mayo for loud, consistent whining, I'm going to briefly recount my experience then and yesterday.

I think I set them off at FSM last week when I told them the therapy was worse than if I would shoot myself in the head. Sort of like yelling sexual harassment at Wal-Mart if you're an employee ( one of my co-workers told me an overnight stocker was coming on to her in a creepy way). I got called in then. I also got called in for calling the department head a doofus when she consistently ordered 44 quarts of one kind of milk for average sales of 8/day. Not important here.

FSM says I have to come immediately to speak to the Dr. I do. We talk. I'm given 5 days to psych myself for endless nausea, depression, chills, lackawanna in general.

Dawn accompanies me. It's Valentine's . We share a romantic lunch amid the blue unifroms in the cafeteria after the blood test and before 4 hours of multiple drip bag hydration.. Dawn goes shopping while I'm treated by Kim a new person whose care is competent and attentive. I'm able to drink Sierra Mist from tiny cans, eat animal crackers, cheese and crackers and scan the cable channels for stock info.(not that I have any).

Dawn drives me home. I don't fall asleep. I'm thinking about dinner. Mmm. Shrimp and pasta in a white sauce would be nice with a dash of Parmesan. Some frozen green peas. My appetite seems to have returned. I've gained six pounds after losing 28. If I had dropped to 190 pounds, I'd be at the weight I quit teaching 24 years ago. Back then, for exercise, I run the stairs 9 times a day. Knock on wood, twice.

I take a bunch of anti-nausea meds and sink into my recliner . When bedtime rolls around, I'm warm-2 layers plus a sweater- so I decide to stay downstairs. Dog and cat in a genuine show of affection stay the whole night at my side. I love you guys.Happy Birthday Pooch.

Evidently they got the formulas right. "The practice of medicine," as Mitch one of the RN's says. I have energy and appetite back. Whooee. Now, my inspiration is back in full form. Get those beads out of storage.

Antique trade beads, bone discs, pewter corn, white hear glass beads

Dawn makes wonderful jewelry in addition to her skill as an artist. In the twelve years we operated an American Indian art, crafts, jewelry business, we also sold beads and crafts supplies. We went from retailer to wholesaler to jobber. Our suppliers were from New York, The Czech Republic, India and from large markets in the west.

This is a photo from my web page, Seven Roads Gallery. It's representative sample of what we carry. All glass, natural materials, no plastic-no junk.Tomorrow's post will highlight details. I'll be offering discounts and prices comparable to when we closed the store in 1998. I'll do a little back ground too of the corporation, it's inception as a catalog, then gallery in Milwaukee's Third Ward, the Trading post across the street, the one in Flagstaff and now the one without a bricks and mortar building in Kickapoo Center.

I am so stoked to be a peddler again.