Don't Pee On My Leg And Tell Me Its Raining or Do I Look New To You?

Tied To The Whipping Post

Another busy day.  Work in the time of COVID-19 is predictably unpredictable.  The solar company representative came today to show me how the 27 solar panels on top of the house work.  I had no idea the meter runs backwards as the solar is pumping in power to the system. Pretty impressed, honestly.  Many months are electric bill will be $12 dollars, the minimum amount charged.  I like that.  A lot.  

However, our thermostat isn't working, which means our air conditioning isn't working. For some reason I had it in my head that the solar company was responsible for the thermostat.  In fact, that is not the case.  So, I called the number on the side of our our HVAC system, and someone is coming out on Monday, after the heatwave.  I pleaded to put us at the front of the line should there be any cancellations, and explained Jenny's condition. Tomorrow she has chemo, and the weekend will be hell with the heat and no air.

Yes, tomorrow is the new regimen. Third line chemotherapy.  Her sister reached out to JHU, and found they have new trials available, and they are now doing surgery on people who have fewer than three mets on their liver, where they remove the tumor

from the pancreas and the mets.  Unfortunately, Jenny has more than 3 mets on her liver and therefore is not eligible for surgery.  However, they are also conducting a trial using a human dewormer that has shown remarkable efficacy in fighting tumors. Jenny is not ready to consider a trial, although that could change quickly, but will ask Dr. P tomorrow about getting a prescription.

If it's Wednesday, Jenny sees Murray.  This week was no exception.  She now has Murray brewing her Chinese herbal tea concoction that costs $500 a month and stinks to high heaven.  More than two dozen Chinese herbs go into it.  It smells acrid, and tastes putrid.  She drinks two cups a day, and has been for the last year.  She believes it helps.  I have no idea, but it makes her feel like she is being proactive, and that is not nothing when it comes to healing or even just sustaining the fight.

A friend of ours came over tonight to bring Jenny a surprise gift, a new hammock.  It is a standalone model.  We assembled it in Jenny's absence out on the deck.  People just love Jenny so much.  I hope Jenny sleeps in it on the deck tomorrow night if its too hot upstairs.  \As our friend was leaving, Jenny pulled into the driveway.  We went into the house together, Jenny set the groceries she purchased and the tea Murray brewed on the counter and went to see the hammock, which was on the deck.  She climbed in it, and we engaged in a bit of chit-chat about the house, about the day and an assortment of other matters. 

As the conversation was winding down, Jenny says to me, "Oh, I'm going to Lake Crescent next week, Monday through Wednesday."  Lake Crescent is where a now retired teacher friend of hers, Guy, has a cabin. Jenny went several times over the last year.  Several teachers go. Last year, atabout this time, Jenny also went.  Eric el pinché picked her up, since he lives nearby.  I am not going ot deny I was suspicious about that, but believed I was being foolishly jealous, that she would not betray me.  So, today, on the deck, I pointedly asked, "Who is going?"  She said, "Murray, Maryanne, Guy."  Then she volunteered, "I don't know if Eric el pinché motherfucker is going, he is out of town this week."  I looked at her as if  she was  sideways because she is out of her mind, turned on my heels and walked back into the house.  

Clearly, she thinks I don't understand how cell phones work. Moreover she is so used to me being a rube for so long, the lies just slide off her lips like mustard onto my shirt every time I eat a hotdog. 

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