Scans

An update on the recent scans I had:


The Mammo radiologist called me Monday and asked me to come in for another Ultrasound. This time done personally by another radiologist, (not the technician). This time he was able to image the left nodule and clearly was able to determine that is is simply a "cyst". 


YAY!!!!


The one on the right is clearly not a cyst, and is questionable, needing further follow up. Though there is a remote possibility it could be scar tissue from the removal of a previous benign nodule a few years ago, there is enough question about it that the recommendation is to go to UCSF and have the MRI done as apparently it can be a more refined image and clarify the question. Then, if necessary, I will have a biopsy. 

To Sleep or Not to Sleep

I awakened exhausted. Couldn't get to sleep last night.

Well meaning folks say to me, "just go to bed at an early hour, and lay there, you will fall asleep."

NOT!

Been there, done that, and still lay there awake.

Of course I have learned to keep my room as dark as possible. Even have some cardboards over the windows beneath the curtains. Good thing the bedroom window doesn't face anything but my backyard! Have a black cloth over the glow of the clock radio.

The bed has padding over the mattress, the sheets are the soft kind for arthritic patients. I have an electric mattress pad to keep me warm and cozy. If I didn't have these, I would toss and turn all night in pain.

So, when I went to bed last night it was late, admittedly past midnight. But, no matter how comfy, I am wakeful. So, I read until my eyes were blurry. In fact I fell asleep holding the book. But, a short time later woke back up and had to start all over again.

Finally, sleep.

So, sometime in the darkness, the phone rings.  I don't care who it is. I am not answering the phone. So, I let it ring until the answer machine takes over and the person leaves a message. It is someone from Tennesee calling about 7AM, I think. Maybe 6? What is the time difference? 2 hours? I had left a message for her on Friday afternoon. I will call her back later.

I am tired enough that I fall back asleep right away. Next thing I know, Keli is bothering me to get up and turn on the faucet for her. So, I do. I have to pee anyways. It is 10:20 Back to bed and asleep, I dream the cellphone is in my left hand and it is vibrating as though someone is calling me. I think it is nice that is only vibrates and doesn't jar me with the loud sounds. Then, a few minutes before 11, Kats calls me on the cell phone. Was I dreaming the phone was vibrating? Or was it doing its second or two of vibration before it rings? We talk a moment. He realizes I am groggy and tells me to go back to sleep. I do. I am so tired.

Keli comes and wakes me up at ten minutes after noon! I am not a happy camper. I HATE to do this to myself. I made a vow to myself some years ago that I would never let myself sleep so pass noon. It screws me up until I am sleeping the opposite of the rest of the world. It has happened enough throughout my life, that I had come to the realization that no matter how tired I am I must at least get up by ten. I do this most of the time. I am not mad at myself for sleeping so long. I must have needed the rest. But, I will need to set some alarms, so that I will get up. Or respect Keli's wake up call and get up then!

So, as usual, I make my cup of tea to see if my stomach will handle having anything in it, and take my morning dose of pills. I head for the computer, which is unplugged. Last night it had problems shutting down. It was working overtime. Every time I tried to shut it off, I got a message that Windows was still working on a program and I needed to close it before I could shut down. I couldn't figure out what the problem was. When I did control alt delete it didn't show anything in that menu. So, I pulled the plug on it, and hoped for the best. But, turning it on this morning, it behaved itself and everything came up properly.

So, I drink my Orange Pekoe, with lemon and sweet and low, and really enjoy the flavor. Thoughts of second cup discourage me. Don't want to get hyped up on caffeine by having too much too soon. Got to get more de-caf tea for those times I'd like to drink some tea just for the flavor.

So, I have missed my favorite morning TV program, Starting Over. Oh, well, such is life. I am sure they would cure me of my sleep disorder problems!!! and I sit in front of the computer ready to begin my daily dose of the world at my fingertips.

Concerns

I have been going through a little bit of concerns regarding my son's bone tumors.

Dr. O'Donnell has reassured us that the nasty looking one on his humerus is still benign.

Xavier will be seeing Dr. Jablons (Thoracic Specialist) next week to determine what is going on with his rib, and lungs.

So, I have not been as attentive to other things in life as I normally would have been.

Chopstick Gardening

I visited the captivating garden of Robert Stoll. Originally from Brooklyn he came to California in 1951. Robert and his wife, Therese, have worked together transforming their all but barren plot, into a pleasurable piece of paradise. Now retired, they are able to benefit from their labors by purely enjoying their garden which is adorned with stained glass and picassiette art created by the talented, Therese.

The only living thing on the property when they first moved in was a Satsuma Plum tree (Prunus Salicina Satsuma) thought to have been there since 1939. Robert has always been fascinated with Japanese culture, and this ancient tree seems the perfect backdrop for his Bonsai. Upon entering his garden, one is amazed by the enormous arbor of Kiwi vine (Actinidia Chinensis) growing on  an overhead trellis extending around a corner about twenty feet or more.

Robert has decks and an elevated wooden boardwalk upon which one may wander this lush garden. Everywhere you look is another focus of interest. Within what used to be a Koi Pond, Robert has created an Island of striking Mexican Weeping Bamboo (Acuminata Aztecorum) as the centerpiece. Several other unique species of Bamboo (Phyllostachys aureosulcata, Phyllostachys nigra) are showcased in large ceramic pots. A lovely Hachiya Persimmon tree (Diospyros kaki Hachiya) and Espaliered Apple trees round out the plantings. “Life began in a garden. Robert says. “What better way to spend my days, but working in one?”

Beyond Robert’s work shed (a charming replica of a Japanese Tea House) is a small forest. Literally.

Robert says, “Bonsai is an Art. It is the ancient art of training small plants to look like miniatures of very old plants.” He doesn't think they need a lot of care compared to other types of gardening. Though he admits they need frequent watering because the small pots can dry out fast. Though they can sometimes be brought inside for a few days, he says 99% need to live outside, unless they are a subtropical Ficus Benjamini or Schefflera. No automatic watering techniques are used, Robert says he is very old fashioned. He enjoys walking through and hand watering as it helps to see each plant individually and helps to assess its needs.

“To maintain, simply do the work as it needs to be done. It’s not so much”, Robert says. Some people think that Bonsai are small because they are not well-fed and have stunted growth, which is not a true understanding of Bonsai. Robert fertilizes regularly every 2 weeks with fish emulsion one time and miracle grow, next time.

Among the many trees that Robert has nurtured, the smallest are less than 8 inches and the largest are about 3 feet. The oldest are twin Junipers (Juniperus Californica) rescued from the property of an old Victorian house demolished on River Street some years ago. As with many Bonsai, they were reduced in size over time.  In order to do this, they were lifted out of ground, roots and branches cut, and planted in a large wooden box. This process continued until they were small enough to put in their present Bonsai pots. Robert  also has a Santa Cruz Mountain Oak (Quercus Parvula var. Shrevei) Bonsai which has remained healthy and has not affected by Sudden Oak Death.

Robert has an interesting assortment of tools used for trimming, shaping, sanding, carving and caring for his trees. Nippers, and cutters and pliers and special benders and anodized copper wire of all sorts are at hand. But among his collection of tools Robert has found most useful, his chopsticks.

As a member of the Santa Cruz Bonsai club, KAI, Robert trades off  with other members to tend the garden when he is out of town. They meet monthly at the Live Oak Grange Hall. Because it is a training club, experts are brought in to teach and demonstrate techniques. "Robert will do a demonstration on carving bonsai at the August meeting".

Robert is recognized for his accumulated knowledge. He has spent over 40 years, developing his abilities and learning Bonsai techniques.  He is a member of two bonsai clubs; the Santa Cruz Bonsai Kai and the Midori Bonsai Club in San Jose.  He is past president of the Santa Cruz Club and presently the Editor of the Santa Cruz Club's Newsletter.

Chopstick Gardening
Originally published: May 30, 2004
Monterey Bay Master Gardeners Newsletter
Story and Photos By Elizabeth Munroz

Note: Photos were taken at a Bonsai exhibition at the Watsonville Buddhist Temple, Watsonville, California and are not Mr. Stoll's Bonsai

Joy

My new neighbor, Joy, just brought over two zip-lock bags, one Mexican Bread in each. She must have thought I was ignorant when I said, “ What’s this?” I don’t know why I said it. I felt stupid for saying it. I knew what it was. Sometimes I have no control over what comes out of my mouth. I recovered quickly, when she responded, “It’s Mexican Bread… for you. Just thought you might like to try some.”

“Yes Thank you. Pan Dulce, I love it! Perfect timing! I just made a cup of tea.” Then, I shut the door. Later, I realized how stupid I had been. Maybe I should have invited her in to share the tea and bread. But, I looked around me at the piles of boxes, the fact that there was no table in my kitchen, and I was still in my nightgown at 11 a.m. and thought that was going to be the end of having any kind of neighborly relationship.

Joy drops by, I invite her in to visit. I can’t keep turning her friendly overtures away. She has COPD and is only off a lifetimes work for a short time and it is driving her crazy. She seems very lonely.

In memory of my old friend Jyoti (Joy) Nupoor

Not forgotten

A Day in the Life of Stomach Pain

9:30 am wake with pain beneath ribcage extending from RUQ to central (below the sternum)

Absolutely no appetite. Feeling almost nauseous.

11:30 Pain has resolved enough to attempt eating. Still no real appetite

Noon ate one bowl of oatmeal, with raisins, cranberries and soymilk,

Photo by Elizabeth Munroz
Art Glass Monterey Bay Aquarium Gift Shop

12:15 intense pain central, beneath sternum, between breasts. So intense I feel weak, while attempting to move my purse and notebook from one room to another. I sit down to wait for pain to go away.

12:40 I am on the phone, lying down on bed. Chest pain continues. Suddenly heart pounds real fast and hard. I finish phone call. After I get up I feel light headed and dizzy. I decided to take one puff of nitrospray.

1:00 pm Pain continues and now has moved into my back, deep beneath the scapula. I am now taking two Tylenol plus one Famotadine.

2:15 pain is somewhat relieved but still remains. I have some burping.
Called Doctor's office. Asked for Donnatal in pill form. She is ordering.

2:45 Feel slightly hungry, ate some fresh pineapple

3:00 pm pain has moved into back, like bra line pain (not wearing one)

3:50 pain is finally resolved. Feel normal hunger. Eat a couple of crackers with tea. Take one Donnatal.

The rest of the evening have no pain or nausea. Eat normal meal of beef stew with noodles and asparagus.

Later have peanut butter and jelly on oat toast with cup of tea.

At bedtime, I take Famotadine, Atavan, 2 Tylenol, 1 Melatonin

Wednesday, ‎May ‎15, ‎2002, ‏‎11:43:04 AM

Awaken without nausea or pain. Have no appetite and slight headache.