... On this day you get to throw back a few... wait that's not right... Do you think about something in the past? No, you can wear something from the past like bell bottoms or other attire from any era you recall.
"Thursday – Recently Thursdays have become known to many Americans as “Throwback Thursday,” because people put up pictures (on social media) from a time in the past, to remind (or to poke fun at) friends." Well. I got that one wrong, but you knew that.
As per: https://blogs.transparent.com/english/the-other-names-of-the-days-of-the-week/
Okay, enough about the days of the week and their nicknames!
Moving on...
Hubby is having his PET scan as I write this to see where his cancer has gone next. The CT he had told about the growth of the left adrenal gland tumor that was poked with a needle biopsy that came back positive for cancer cells.
With the PET scan they will be seeing if the cancer has metastasized further through other organs his lymph glands have a few cancer cells and his bladder looks suspiciously as if it might too with a growth on it getting larger.
Hubby has already conquered lung and prostate as well as skin cancers, he had been in remission for months...!
So far, this week he is back on radiation for the adrenal gland he will have a total of five zappings three already, the last two this afternoon and tomorrow.
If there is more cancer he would most likely also have chemo again, although he has not stopped his chemo pills from the other cancers that he was told to continue.
He has been getting depressed, rightfully so.
I have tried all different ways to have him snap out of it... but he is in the right with those feelings he is going through a lot and I wish there was something I could say or do to help him.
I know, a lot of my age group have had to deal with this before with their spouse or relative, any ideas that actually worked?
Anywho we have been texting back and forth this morning while he was waiting for the space-age meds to kick in to light him up for his scan... He sounds rather content. I think most medical battles are winnable when you know who the enemy is/are.
There are so many plans of attack these days!!!
Allow me to introduce you to the crew...
I am called Aussie because my mom asked a sixteen-year-old girl looking at me in the crate I was in at the adoption site that day what she thought I should be named. Mom asked her age, but not her name—ha! Without hesitation, the teenager said Aussie! By the way, she was just looking, so my mom did not steal me from her.
We never discovered the girl's name; Mom liked Aussie, too. Since then, we have found that it is a ubiquitous name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon, even unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd, a red Merl. And here is an interesting factoid about me: I was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd, but as you might know, I AM NOT! I am a standard Australian Shepherd! Although I am now seven years old, I am the baby,. I am the largest of fur babies, and due to my breed and being standard, I am just right,
I was three months old when Mommy and Daddy adopted me. I had been taken- out of a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter.
Above is my PIC, taken on the birthday I share with my dad, but dad is much older than me!!! I was the first to be adopted, on February 16, 2018, on Dad's brother's birthday.
My previous family turned me in, stating that I misbehaved with their elderly dog. It had been said that I was driving him crazy! I was the second to be adopted on 8/18/18, clearing out the shelters' day!
My record called me Belle, so for no known reason, Mom decided I was more of a Bella. I was beautiful either way!
Hey, wait! Please don't forget me! I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am 13-ish years old, so they think, and the eldest, and I like getting up early with mom and Aussie. Bella sleeps late with Dad, till after seven most days, even later sometimes!
I enjoy a good tug-a-war on the ropes Dad had twisted for Aussie and me, and sometimes even Bella plays, too! I was the last to be adopted on January 23, 2020.
I had been wandering the neighborhood for days when I saw Aussie and Bella in their living room window, so I hung out there.
The animal control lady had been called and came out to see if I had a chip I.D. with her machine, and Dad told her that he wanted to name me Chance. His reason is that if no one claimed me, "I want to give him a second chance!" So that is how I got the name Chance!
The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen
days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening.
Easy as Aussie, Bella, and Chance, now you got it! In order of adoption!
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