Saturday at the Movies...

Last night I heard the beep beep beep of my answering machine and there was a message there from Althea, my cancer nurse. I had a few questions. One of the one's Jean said I should ask is to make sure the pain medication is ordered for me so there will be no waiting after the surgery. Because there will be pain. I am trying to imagine it. I hate the idea of gas and constipation. I remember  Jean, my dad and my poor uncle Iles in a lot of pain after their surgeries. It's the aenesthetic that often causes it. These days what runs through my head is..what's the cancer doing today..did it decide to go into my ovaries while I wait? And I count my daily beads of worry..what's that twinge?...a lymph node?..an ovary going bad?..it  feels "funny"...and on and on...

My surgeon was in the Globe and Mail....did I mention that already...part of a research project that uses viruses to target certain types of tumours.  I am hoping I won't need to be part of any of that research.

Ah yes and Prill and I went to see The Help...the REALLY early show..it was very  very good...yes, it's a picture of black maids in the South during the early 60's but more than anything its about looking at the life of "the other", the one who serves you, the chambermaid, the waitress, and all those we take for granted and perhaps just don't take into account because they are there to serve us. Lots to say about the film. But, of course, I was struck by the fact that the writer Skeeter's mother had cancer...wearing wigs, etc. I wonder if that will be me in a few months...