My Nose Gets an Update of Her Own

I had a small surgery on my nose on Tuesday and this is only Friday but I'm having difficulty hanging around being gentle. The process to remove the basal-squamous-carcinoma from my nose involved Swipe, Freeze, Check, Repeat. These are my non-medical terms for it (in case you thought otherwise--ha ha.)

Swipe is when the doctor takes the scalpel and cuts off what he believes will be all of the cancerous stuff on my nose. Freeze is when they freeze the tissue so they can look at it. Check is when they look at it through the microscope and decide if they got it all. If there are basal-squamous cells at the edge, they have to go back until they get a clean perimeter.

It took 3 Swipes before they got it all. The little hole left in my nose is about the diameter of a plump pea says Byron, who was watching the procedure.

Next step was Cover the Hole. This required a little skin graft taken from right in front of my left ear.

Then you have Stitch and Patch. Or Patch-Stitch-Patch. Make a patch, cover the hole, sew it in, sew up the graft site, and patch me up with bandages.

This all went fine. The patch of graft on my nose is lighter than my nose skin so I will have a little polka dot on the left of my nose. I could decorate that with a piercing, I suppose. (Except I'm too old for that.)

Anyway, it's THE BANDAGE that has given me grief. Turns out I'm allergic to the adhesive on the tape and I woke up on Thursday all swollen with puffy eyelids. Happily, the allergic reaction caused the nurse to remove my LARGE clown-nose bandage. Sadly, I have to be more careful now in the next few days because my nose is more vulnerable to disruption.

So, I was set to fly to Kansas City today to be with my 24-7 Prayer mates. But I'm here in Pasadena being gentle instead.

I am accepting this weekend as a gift of rest... but I'm still having a bit of a hard time with it. I can't help but feel a little sorry for myself to be missing out on the chance to be at the Kansas City Boiler Room with some of the best folks around. Many of them have flown in from Europe for this.

The remaining patch on my nose looks like a yellow ball about the size of a gob of chewing gum. It looks like the stuff that people hang posters on the wall with. It's actually sewn onto my nose right over the skin graft and it looks like I've stuck chewing gum onto the side of nose.

This ball patch comes off Tuesday when I go show my healing to the doctor.

And all of this is to say, PLEASE WEAR SUNSCREEN, friends. I've not been a mad sun-worshipper but every minute of over-exposure does finally catch up to us.

Thanks for prayers. I appreciate them.

(Regarding the photo: the sewn-on patch is a little bit scary to look at but here I am anyway, some puffiness still remaining.)

Skinny Band becomes No Band (but we escape to the beach)

We've had no internet for most of the last week. That lovely broad band (which we call skinny band as it can't do a whole lot at a time or with much speed) disappeared altogether.

I'm telling you, it just makes me grind my teeth when I have a pile up of work that needs done and needs done on line.

Big sigh. Cleansing breath. Patience. Oh yes, didn't I just say it was a good virtue to grow?

On a happier note, we had an unexpected 3 day trip to the Indian Ocean with friends. Picture us with sand between our toes, too much sun on our nose, (which should be noses but that doesn't rhyme,) salty hair and much pleasure taken in the warm air, warm water and warm friendship.

Oh, Africa (or The Art of Patience)

So yesterday Byron went rushing out with his big list of things to get done. I can't say he went zooming away as he was driving the old beauty of a Land Rover. As if that wasn't enough of a slow down, he was pulling a trailer of barrels filled with water. His first stop was the water delivery run to care for the hedge we have planted on Wild Hope's land outside of town.

Well, he didn't get very far when the trailer's axle broke and her rear differential ground into the dirt as the wheel fell off and rolled down the way. It was sudden death for the trailer as well as for Byron's hopes of accomplishing his list.

Most all of yesterday was then given over to getting the trailer road worthy again. It was no small feat to secure a new axle in our town that was mostly closed up tight for the celebration of Eid ul-Fitr, the end of Ramadan. Most of today has gone into this same unexpected project.

Days take sudden changes of course and the highly driven learn to use their flexibility muscles much more often than they would maybe like to.

Ah, well. I've heard that patience is a virtue.  May as well let it grow :-)