I find that doing crosstitch is a wonderful way to relax and take my mind off myself. The works that I am doing are destined to remind people that I lived a good life and that I cared about them. The Shiralee tapestry is yet to be framed and will go to my daughter.
The second project is for Stefanie. It is her favourite Australian wildflower, the Waratah. Both are around 10″ x 13″ in size. Following the Waratah I plan to do a boat that my son built, a 36 ft Van de Stadt sloop.
Thank you to all of my blog friends for your support and encouragement. You do not know how much you mean to me.
It’s the end of yet another month. This month of August 2018 is special in a couple of ways. Firstly it marks 10 years of survival from my initial diagnosis when my psa was 12. Secondly my latest psa has finally dipped below 10, coming in at 9.2, so I am pretty pleased with that. Full credit for the improvement in my psa must go to what I call The Awesome Four. Four little (not so little) Zytiga tablets ($50 each if I had to pay for them!) that I take every morning followed by prednisone.
I feel good. I am fit and strong, walking well (with the aid of my trusty walker). The worst side effect is that my skin is becoming very thin and I bruise and bleed easily. However, that is a small price to pay for the resulting psa drop. What does lower psa actually mean though? It means that the cancer tumours will be less active and less likely to spread. Unfortunately it does not mean there will be less cancer, so I still need to be careful to avoid falls or heavy loads on my legs.
The cross stitch is progressing well. I am quite pleased with it and only a few thousand stitches to go and then the detailing and rigging to finish. I need to consider how I am going to frame the finished work and I have a few ideas. S has a love for the Waratah, an Australian native flower of striking beauty (just like her!) and that will be the subject of my next project.
Meanwhile life goes on. Mr Dumpy (colostomy bag) has been up to his usual tricks. I really need to get my diet under control. Multigrain bread and carbonated drinks cause havoc. Today, while out shopping, I suddenly realised that Mr Dumpy had filled almost to bursting point with gas. I was driving and so could not relieve the pressure, an operation that requires me to get out of the car. (It stinks!) I told S, “One more fart and it’s all over!” However, it held out until we got home.
Sadly, my Mum passed away a few weeks ago. She was 95 and had lived a full and enjoyable life. She said she was ready to go and after a short illness she left this world in her sleep. Unfortunately I was not able to travel to Australia to see her or attend her funeral. A generous relative held her phone up for the entire service, allowing us to watch live. The wonders of modern technology!!
So this month has been a mixture of good and not so good. Life goes on and so do we.