Uneasiness

Everyone's kind of on the edge of their seats these days over the financial crisis. We've drawn a line in the sand and are going to pull all of our investments if they drop to a certain point.

So much for the free enterprise system. Call me a Socialist. Call me a Communist. Call me a Goof Ball. Call me anything you like. I'm an independent. I believe in good ideas, not good or bad parties. I don't feel the need for associations. The only party I do belong to is the human party.

I still think that some core resources that are crucial to our existence and a healthy way of life should be afforded to all. After that, competition is part of human nature and undeniable.

To add to my own personal uneasiness it's time for another round of doctor's visits again.

Of course I enjoy when I have a couple weeks in a row of just chemo, no scans, no doctors, just chemo every Friday and getting on with daily life.

But today will start with bloodwork to check blood counts and also to check kidney and liver functions. Then tomorrow mid-morning it's time for the weekly chemo.

On Monday I'll meet up with my family doctor to discuss a few things. He's my "fill-in" oncologist and general health hero while my oncologist's mind is focused on his own health issues.

Then Tuesday takes me down the turnpike to the specialist in Philly. I need to get a complete list of questions together for him, to make the most of the trip. I don't want to make that trip very often.

All of this may lead to an ultra-sound here or an x-ray there. And I'll meet with the local hospital's cancer center director in mid-October to discuss the possibility of putting a new oncologist on my case.

I'll look forward to forging through it all and reaching another string of weeks in a row where all I have to worry about is chemo, and important things like spackling.

Hopefully all of our financial futures will right themselves. Hopefully all of my doctor appointments will go smoothly. Then hopefully we can lift the uneasiness and get on with the spackling.

On a quick note, the uneasiness will take a break on Sunday for the annual Licatese wine making. Charlie's parents have a real wine press. They pick up California grapes, press out the juice, and then let the gals stomp the grapes in the barrel until every drop of juice is out. Then the juice is bottled and fermented into wine. It's a good time. I can't forget my camera.