Bad news. My mom was undergoing another round of treatment and she was not doing well. But we still had hope the new regimen could work. Even though she looked like she felt miserable. Her treatments were once a week 187 miles away in Utah at the Huntsman Cancer Institute. But she wanted to be home especially after being stuck in Utah all summer during her previous treatment. It was a dismal summer for her being away from her home it took her 47 years to create. So this time, we sent her to Utah once a week and let her be in her home as much as possible.
Huntsman Center
It’s Pretty Much All In My Head
I left the Huntsman Cancer Institute after 10:00 last night. First, I had problems with the elevator. I kept pushing the button for the parking garage but it wasn’t staying lit. It took me to the lobby but I needed to descend one more floor. Several times I pushed the button. I even tried holding it to see if that would convince it to take me one more floor.
“You need to use a different elevator to get to the parking garage,” an omnipresent voice declared.
On a Dime
Thursday: I was assigned to a CPR class at work. The annual CPR class is a requirement for each employee. The teacher told us that on average, each person will have to use CPR at least once in a lifetime. As I was getting ready to leave the class for the day I had a feeling I would be using the skills I relearned. I scowled at the thought. But the thought occurred to me I’d be using it soon. Perhaps, even that weekend.
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