Thank you everyone for the good wishes you sent to Peter & my family.
His doctors are still struggling with the pain medication cocktail he receives every hour; they are constantly change the combination of drugs. The trick is trying to provide that elusive elixir which allows a person to be relatively pain free yet alert…
Peter had yet another boost from his co-workers at Costco, they arranged for him to have a high-speed connection and a laptop in his hospital room. This allows him to keep in touch with his friends around the world and when he feels up to it he can beat them at a few games of chess. I think Peter said he was playing 20 games simultaneously…
They also have also been bringing in treats for the nurses, one night they brought pizzas and salads, another night huge trays of muffins, all complements of Costco.
The following photos are from my garden. I've been neglecting it over the last couple of weeks so please don't look too closely or you may see a few weeds.
This rose grows in one of my back gardens and will flower all summer.
Rhododendron in a front garden.
Some people call queen Anne's Lace a weed however I love the look so I've planted it in an area where it can spread and be wild.
These little pinks grow at the base of one of my shrub roses, which has a similar colour.
This is part of a garden in back it has wild ferns, hostas, lupines, and these yellow sedum grow over the granite rocks, the small yellow flower at the top is a groundcover however I don't recall the name.
A pink penoy just opening in a front garden.
The same peony showing an open flower, these smell divine.
A Rose Mallow in a back garden.
This Lupine is a volunteer. Lupines grow wild in Nova Scotia and are seen in huge colourful masses along the coast, roadways, and fields. They hate to be moved or transplanted. The wild Lupines range in colour from white, cream, yellow, pink, rose, blue, and purple and other odd combinations. You can buy cultivated Lupines however they flower later.
Some people measure their life by the size of their house, a job title, the brand of clothes they wear, the type of vehicle they drive, where they live. Others seem to thrive on controversy, what is written in the papers, how many paparazzi follow them.
The last few days I have been observing a life which is measured in Pepsi bottles. My brother has cancer. Last month Peter’s co-workers from Costco hired a bus and they took him to see a WWE match in New Brunswick. At the time Peter was undergoing chemotherapy treatment. The treatments have since been stopped, as they were having no effect on his cancer.
This photo is of Peter with two of the wrestlers during a private meeting arranged for him.
The cancer has spread; no treatment has worked. The cancer is winning. He is very ill and in considerable pain. Peter is in the palliative care unit of the hospital, where everything possible is being done to manage his pain and make him comfortable.
Over the last few days as I've sat by his side watching the parade of his co-workers, former classmates, friends, family and even customers, coming to visit. Each one brings a bottle of Pepsi.
Peter really cannot drink his favourite beverage anymore, so we have been taking it home.
Fifty-seven bottles of Pepsi in three days. A life measured in bottles of Pepsi brought by friends.
We are praying for peace and the relief from pain.
Sunday on the East Coast.
Did you know if you invite friends over for a BBQ and then you sit on the deck all day drinking beer, eating and talking you may walk less than 1000 steps? In fact doing this on Saturday I walked only 543 steps all day. When I was at my job (I’m currently on strike) there were days I walked no more than 3000 steps... the whole day. A result of being the workaholic I am…was.
During the days I do my four-hour picket duty shift I walk approximately 1000 steps every 10 minutes. If, I walked the whole four hours I would be walking 24,000 steps. I average 15,000 steps.
The union has a rule no sitting during picket duty. So…being the rebel I am. I sit. More accurately I lean against a telephone pole for 10 minutes of every half hour. Just for spite. It is a stupid rule.
Picket duty is extremely boring. So, to amuse myself I’m counting my steps and listening to on my mini radio otherwise I would be crazy by now.
Do you walk 10,000 steps a day? I wear a pedometer most days. About a year ago I began to wear the pedometer out of curiosity. I was shocked to see how little walking I did in a day. Now I try to beat my previous day’s total. I don’t always make 10, 000 steps a day. It has been much easier to accomplish with the extra free time added to my day as a result of the strike. Canada on the Move.Step Up Canada!
The strike also allows me to pursue more of my favourite passion....reading.
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