D-Day

So, Mike went for his chemo treatment yesterday, and has the hiccups today, as usual. His hands and feet had blistered this week, but they must have figured something out because he is much better today. He met with his doctor and got more questions answered. I think he starts another chemo medication next week, but will meet with his other doctor first next Thursday. I am starting to see that having cancer is a big production. The prayers and love keep coming for which we are all grateful. Mike went back to work Monday and worked 3 mornings this week. He will do that for a while and see how it goes. His patients are worried about him, and some of them have cried. It is very touching. Mike has real relationships with his patients.

Yesterday was the 75th anniversary of D-Day, the invasion of France by the Allies. Mike and Judy visited Omaha Beach in 2008. There is an American cemetery there with over 9000 soldiers buried. It was amazingly peaceful, an incredible contrast to what went on there with the fighting. The cemetery is at the top of the cliff overlooking the beach. The Allied forces were easy targets for the Germans shooting down on them. It must have been awful. Mike and Judy watched “Saving Private Ryan” the week before they left on vacation, to put their visit in a more realistic context. It’s really hard to comprehend. Cats would never act like that. Mike says the visit to Omaha Beach was one of the most moving experiences of his life. Most of the time Americans feel invincible. I think the greatest threat to America today is an internal one. People are very angry and getting too tribal. Come on, y’all, take a lesson from the four-leggeds, and work it all out. There is enough for everyone.

I think I’ll keep it brief today, because y’all want to know how Mike is doing, and don’t care as much about my other ramblings. Oh, but I should mention that Ladybug got hauled off to the Extreme Vet today for her well-cat exam.  She is very healthy, I’m glad to say, but a little stout if you ask me. She claims to be sturdy, not fat. Maybe a little of both. I think she is in for a slightly altered food plan, otherwise known as a diet. I will let you know how this goes. Until the next time, so long from Happy Meadows.

Author: Black Magic

Black Magic is a handsome, charming, and self-absorbed cat who lives with Mike and Judy Gordon in Marietta, Georgia. He is about 7 years old, and he will remind you at every opportunity that his grandfather was Black Jack, that famous cat who wrote his own autobiography. Black Magic has a great many opinions, and despite his natural feline arrogance, he seems to be genuinely spiritual. But the reader can decide for him/herself. View all posts by Black Magic