Book Review – The Walk

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We read this entire book in one day, as we were traveling with the Airstream from New Carlisle OH to Franklin TN. Well, I read and Tim listened. It kept us company along the path and we finished right when we pulled into a hotel (after deciding not to stay at the campground we had booked). We liked The Walk so much we bought the whole series, for other trips. We actually read the second one on another long day. Two down, three to go. This review is on the first book in the series.

The Walk, by Richard Paul Evan, while it was a simple and easy read, captivated our imagination. It begged us to keep turning pages as we read. In some pages it could be a little cheesy, but at the same time it was heartwarming. We liked the main character, Alan, who has decided to fill his brand new backpack and walk from Seattle Washington to Key West Florida (because it was the furthest designation) after losing everything of value to him. He is an ad guy, and he was gifted the highest quality camping gear for doing their campaign. We were a little jealous of his gear. For some, the “coincidences” might seem unbelievable, but to a believer they could be acts of the Holy Spirit. We love adventure, and since we have been to the area where he was walking in this book, it was easy to “see” the cities he passed through.

It was a little awkward and disjointed how the author decided to write the story. At the beginning of each (short) chapter, there is a quote from Alan’s diary. Then he proceeds to tell the story; however, it is unclear at first whether the author is telling the story or if it is the character Alan’s travel journal. It is written in first person point of view, and it is Alan’s story, and we eventually got used to his writing style.

He only makes it to Spokane Washington in this book, and we felt like the author could have written the whole story into one book, rather than dividing it into a series of five. We were curious to read about the rest of the journey, so we did purchase the whole series. It’s the first time we have had anything shipped to our campsite, so this was kind of a trial run, but we had a lot of road left to travel so we took the risk. It worked out just fine. We were staying in a KOA in Little Rock for a few days. Even though we thought it could have been a single novel, The Walk is an easy read and in some ways it’s gratifying to know you can read the whole novel in a day.

We rated it 8.5 out of 10.


Not everyone in my book club liked it. I think the Scriptures contained within might have put some people off (the author is Mormon), or they didn’t think the story was believable, so a few people rated it lower. Overall our group liked the book, however; and we had some deeper discussions than our typical book club. For example, he meets a man with no arms who is looking for a book with all the answers. We had a lot of deep thoughts about whether we would like to have “all the answers.” Great discussion. For that reason I felt like it was a book worth reading. Here’s what my book club had to say about it, courtesy of our leader.

“Ten of us gathered at Canopy to discuss our November book The Walk by Richard Paul Evans.  It was definitely an easy read but there were a lot of differing opinions of the book.  Some people didn’t believe Alan’s story to be real.  Some of us thought the journal entry in each chapter was written by Alan but the chapter was written by the author which was confusing at first.  Several felt a connection to Alan in his journaling and his journey with grief and loss.   We all agreed that we would like an answer book and answers to why things happen to us.  As a group of survivors and caregivers, we agreed that going through our journey changes your perception and how you treat people.  Our overall rating is 7.0.”

Our December 13th book is The Secret History by Donna Tart.  I have already finished this one as I started it after we finished The Walk. I’ll give you my review after our December meeting.


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Reload

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Things you might hear while waiting for MDACC nurses to call your name for chemo… (Old cowboy wearing boots and hat, on his phone with a stereotypical Texas drawl):

“I have a .22 and I was wondering if you have a night vision and scope, and can you put it on there?” 😂😂

Long chemo day. One bag down, one to go. Whenever I go more than three (Trastuzumab) or six (Pertuzumab) weeks without treatment, we have to reload. That means one bag is an hour instead of thirty minutes and the second bag is ninety minutes instead of thirty. It’s been a while since I had to reload, so I kinda forgot how long it was. The infusion time is in addition to accessing the port, flushing, heparin and de-accessing the port, with a prayer that we get good blood return or additional processes have to take place. My appointment was scheduled for 12:30. I’m still here at 3:13, and just started on the ninety minute bag.

Before lunch I also saw my oncologist and his nurse, who were particularly chatty today, about books, family stuff, Netflix series and they were eager to hear about our Airstream trip. And of course we discussed medical updates, time for scans, yada yada. Honestly, I enjoy seeing them. It’s like visiting with old friends every time I go in. Today is the first time I have seen their faces without masks for over three years. (They took them off inside the room.) That was an especially nice change of pace!

Before the doc was the blood draw, which took a while to get in. This first visit to the building came with an interesting surprise as well. Funny how much can change in just a few weeks; we were greeted by large, green construction fences all along the north(?) wall. They are expanding their handicapped parking next to the building. They should have done that all along. Apparently the patients were complaining about having to walk too far from the current handicapped parking. I’m happy. More spaces for me as well.

As if that isn’t enough, we got up early this morning to take our son to the airport and then Tim went to the dermatologist (he needs another biopsy) while I sat in Panera Bread and read my book and ate breakfast. We decided to drive together, which Tim might be regretting now that he has decided to sit here in the room with me. Usually he drops me off and picks me up, a habit we never changed after the pandemic.

❤️❤️ He decided to sit with me. ❤️❤️

This evening, I’m taking two of my grandkids to dinner while Tim will be in a church meeting. We will wrap up the day saying hello to our overnight guests, who are staying at our house while we all go to the Texas General Assembly meetings this weekend.

Whew. 🥴

Funny how you can have a whole week without much to do, and then multiple things seem to all converge on the same day. Has that ever happened to you, or is it just me? That’s the way of life sometimes. Keeps us on our toes, for sure. I’m just grateful to the good Lord for giving me the energy to do it all, tenacity to keep going, and a passion for enjoying life.


Might be time for a nap. I do have my pillow and blanket while getting infused, after all. 🤪🤩😁🥴


He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak.

The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and he helps me. My heart leaps for joy, and with my song I praise him.”

Isaiah 40:29; Psalm 28:7 (NIV)

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Home again!

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After nearly two months on the road and 8100 miles later, we are home again. Sometimes it’s hard to remember where home is, as muscle memory sends my hand to the wrong place for the trash can and my mind imagines the restroom is on the other side of the room when I wake up in the middle of the night to use it. In some ways I didn’t sleep as well, and in other ways I slept harder than normal, waking up a bit groggy. It may take a couple of days to get back into our home routine.

We got home yesterday, then spent the evening with our son and his family, celebrating his and his daughter’s birthdays with a special “Texas Roadhouse” dinner prepared by Bree and Bryan. We brought the cake. It was a great day.

Happy Birthday to Hannah (6) and Bryan (32). A West Texas Roadhouse dinner, prepared by Bryan and Bree.

Our washer broke just before our big trip, so this morning was spent at the laundromat. We will be looking for another washer later today.

Tim picked up our numerous packages from the mailbox, mostly large boxes from the Pampered Chef party I hosted for my 60th birthday in September. Our mailbox owner asked if we could come and pick them up, as they were taking up too much space 😂😂. I did really well at the party! I earned a large shopping spree, ending up with several small appliances and some baking tools. I am so appreciative to all who made a purchase so I could get these fabulous birthday gifts!

Look at all those birthday gifts! What a haul. I can’t wait to try them all out.

Every time we travel, it seems our trip gets changed by a few days and locations. Robert Burns got this one right. Change is to be expected when you are on the road for nearly two months (or plan to be). If you follow me on FaceBook, you may have heard about our spaghetti sauce surprise, also known as the paradoxical pasta panacea, the frolicking food fiasco, and disorderly dirty dancing. Day two of our trip met us with a huge mess when we opened the door and discovered the pantry latch had faulted, allowing our spaghetti jar and several of its canned good comrades to jump out of the door, releasing the lid on the jar (the jar did not break, surprisingly enough), followed by several cans rolling back and forth inside the trailer, carrying the sauce with them. Yeah, it was a MESS. We were still finding spaghetti sauce two months later on the ceiling and other places you can’t imagine.

We got it cleaned up the best we could, and it is a lighter color, but red doesn’t mix well with white floors. Airstream agreed it was a warranty issue due to the pantry latch failing. This required us to take another trip back to Jackson Center Ohio, skipping a portion of our trip. I was surprised they agreed to fix it, as it is a very expensive repair requiring them to remove everything from the rig, replace the floor, and then put everything back in. We scheduled that for February of next year, as it will take about three weeks to repair.

Here’s what our before and after trip looked like. At least the first half didn’t change by much! Virginia Beach is saved in our plans for some other time. It’s always a little frustrating when we have to cancel reservations and try to find new ones, but it worked out alright.

Original Plan (clockwise)
Actual trip (clockwise)

“the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry”

From a Scots poem by Robert BurnsTo a Mouse.

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Book Review – The Vanishing Half

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This has been an epic autumn. The color is amazing in the northern part of America (including Canada). We are still traveling, and have been on the road since the last day of August (see my last blog for more on the trip). We crossed the Ohio border earlier today.

Our journey did shift a little, when we discovered we needed to take our Airstream to the Mothership to have service validate our floor stains are a warranty issue. If you aren’t following me on FaceBook, you may have missed the Spaghetti Sauce Surprise incident. Basically, our pantry had a faulty latch, which came loose. A jar of spaghetti sauce, as well as a number of canned goods, came out of the pantry. The lid popped off the jar (fortunately it didn’t break), and the cans had fun rolling back and forth throughout the rig, carrying the sauce with them. It was quite an unfortunate surprise when we opened the door at our next stop.

We tried many ways to clean it, and while it is lighter, there are permanent stains that have not come up in spite of all our multiple attempts. Our next course of action was to talk with the service manager in Jackson Center, who identified it as a warranty issue. So, we reached out to the Warranty department at Airstream, since our rig is only a few months old. That’s where we are heading today.


Now for that Book Review. My book club read The Vanishing Half by Britt Bennett for our October meeting. I’m trying to keep up with the books even though I’m not going to be there, and I also send in a review each month. I will be there for the November meeting, and I look forward to it. I miss the in-person dialogue.

This is the first book I didn’t finish, in over a year. It started out promising, and I enjoyed reading the first 90-100 pages or so. The story was interesting, with the town of Mallard outside of New Orleans being something I have heard about but didn’t know much information about it. Basically, the black folks there try to “pass” as white, and they are light-skinned and easily passable. That part was intriguing. However, the author started introducing trans and drag queen characters in the second act. And it seemed to me like the author wanted her readers to believe that these relationships are not only normal, but easier to manage than one might experience in real life. She seemed to be comparing the passing from black to white with the passing to another sexual identity, but it is not a good comparison in my opinion.

I didn’t read the whole book, so I can’t fully talk about it intelligently, but I don’t recommend it. ( I did read a full summary of the book on spark notes, and it seems like the book didn’t get any better from there.) If I were rating the book based on the first 100 pages, I would give it a 2 or 3.

I took it with me every time we stopped at a cafe, park, or drove down the road during the month. I couldn’t get past the first 100 pages.

It seems like others in the group didn’t like this book either. Here’s the group review from our wonderful leader.

Seven of us gathered this afternoon to discuss The Vanishing Half by Britt Bennett.  We all agreed that the book is all about identity and contrasts. That the book touched on a lot of topics and was a great read for discussion.  All of us had a hard time with the back and forth timelines but we all continued to read on because we wanted to know what happened to Stella.  We found the contrasts always were black and white, Desiree and Stella; Jude and Kennedy; white people vs black people; Desiree who was poor and Stella who was well off.  In our discussion, R. and K. described how skin color does vary in the African Americans and how being “Brighter” is something that is desired in dating, marrying and their offspring.  We also talked about how each of us has hidden an aspect of our identity.  

We rated the book 7.3.


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2023 Fall/Birthday Airstream Tour

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For the past month we have been traveling around the country in our 2023 Airstream Globetrotter 27′ Travel Trailer. We set out on August 31st, and are still on the road as of this writing. We journeyed through Oklahoma, Kansas, Nebraska, Iowa, Minnesota, and then we crossed over into Canada near Grand Portage. We traveled east through Canada for a few days, then crossed back into the United States at Port Huron. After spending a few days in Michigan, we attended the 60th Swiss Festival Airstream National Rally in Sugarcreek Ohio. That was definitely a highlight as we were nestled right in the center of Amish country, camping beside an elk farm for over a week.

After the Rally, we went through Pennsylvania and into New York, where we are currently camping. We are staying just outside of Lake Placid, where the Olympic trials are held. It’s fall, and the trees have been peacocking throughout the past several weeks of travel. The weather has been magical this past week.

It’s been quite a journey. We have had our share of challenges, as well as beautiful days and experiences seeing wildlife, waterfalls, quaint little villages, horses and buggies, lakes, streams, and mountains beneath sunshine, fog, rain, clouds, stars, and a super moon. We have eaten some amazing food. We have stepped into four of the Great Lakes. We celebrated our birthdays, and I enjoyed purchasing some terrific Pampered Chef items from the shopping spree I earned after my 60th birthday party.

We have been shopping, washed our clothes, done the dishes, worked a bit, and completed every day activities we would be doing if we were back home. Every day life in the camper is better than therapy.

When I was diagnosed with metastatic breast cancer almost 7 years ago, we decided to do everything we could while I was still able. Experience nature. Draw closer to each other and strengthen our relationship with the Lord. We thought it might be a short-term adventure. By the grace of God the days turned into weeks, months, and even years. My energy has sustained me, and I am living proof that not everyone dies within a few months from MBC.

I recognize this is not everyone’s story (I have lost several friends), yet we must all come to the point of trusting God regardless of the outcome. I am giving God all the glory for longevity of life He has given me. Every day I wake up. For the ability to do this, even with the chemo and ongoing treatment. He has gifted me with an amazing team of doctors who, with the right cocktail of treatment, have kept me alive since 2016. My body is stable, and I have not experienced progression for quite some time. (I was first diagnosed with breast cancer in 2012, and after chemo, surgery, radiation, and reconstruction I was deemed “Cancer Free.”)

So we travel. We enjoy life. We explore this wonderful country in which we live. We immerse ourselves into nature. We take long walks. When we are home we enjoy our grandchildren. When we travel in the right direction we enjoy our other grandchildren. Life goes on, and I am grateful to be alive!


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 “It is good to be alive.

It is nice to see the light from the sun.”

Ecclesiastes 11:7, ETRV

Book Review – Project Hail Mary

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Today I’m reviewing the book Project Hail Mary by Andy Weir. We read it in my book club. It’s the first sci-fi book we have read since I joined the club, so it was a nice change of pace (although some of our club members didn’t like it for that reason). Spoiler Alerts!

Reading my book during lunch, while Tim is interviewing a candidate for one his church clients.

I enjoyed this book. It was easy to get into, and it captured my attention from the beginning. The plot was so creative, with the idea of alien life as small as an amoeba, as well as all the challenges experienced along the journey. 

I loved Rocky. If a book has an alien, it’s nice to have one that isn’t the traditional green men. He had a sense of humor which made me laugh out loud several times. Comic relief was well done. I can’t imagine how an entire species can be so technologically advanced without any eyesight. I thought that was a bit of a stretch. I was trying to imagine what he might look like, so I look forward to seeing the movie that’s supposed to come out next year, and see how they imagine him. The difference in their atmosphere versus Earth was very interesting as well. 

I enjoyed the interjection of the backstory as Grace’s memory was coming back. How he went from a coward to one courageous dude. 

Several times in the book I predicted what was coming next. The what if’s… what if Taumoeba get into the fuel holder? And it happened. What if it happens to Rocky? Which of course it did. I did not predict, however, that Ryland would choose to stay on Erid in the end. It makes sense, though, as his one true friend lives there. I wanted to know what happened to earth, all those years later, so not knowing was a bit of a disappointment. Coming back after all that time had lapsed could have been interesting, but I understood why the author chose the ending he did.

I was glad they saved both planets. Whew, we can live another day. 

Also, what about Stratt? She was a very interesting character. I can’t imagine the world giving one person on Earth so much power. And the others who found a way to use the alien Astrophage to fuel the ship. Again, brilliant creativity. Our world unified to conquer a common threat…that’s a nice idea. Unity is certainly a nice idea. I wish our planet was more unified than it is.

I would have liked an answer to the question, How did Grace’s crew die?” We know how Rocky’s crew died, which is interesting in itself. Why not his? After all, he is the main character.

The drawing of the Hail Mary and his extensive description makes you feel like it could actually exist; however, the science talk was a bit much for me. I was impressed with the author’s knowledge about it all, though. I would probably read it again.

I rated it an 8.5. 


Here’s what my book club had to say about it.

“Seven of us gathered to discuss Project Hail Mary by Andrew Weir this afternoon.  Several of us who do not like Sci-Fi were shocked at how much they liked the book.  Several did not care for all the science detail and skipped it or got bored with it.  But we all loved the friendship of Ryland and Rocky.  We all described what we thought Rocky, Ryland and also Stratt looked like while reading the book.  Pat shared with us how Rocky sounded on the audio book.  We had several good laughs regarding the 2 scientists and how they freely explained they were having sexual intercourse and how often.  Stratt bossing everyone around and getting everything she wants.  How Ryland is drugged to go on the mission.  How Rocky ate?  YUK!!!  And wondered how they will and if they’ll show it in the movie.  Rocky having Ryland watch him sleep.  Our discussion was a lot of fun with this book.  We appreciated how Ryland was so humble and yet brilliant.  We all agreed that it was a good ending and he would never go back to Earth.  Besides us seven, 2 other remotely rated the book and it was rated 8.9.”


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Baby Olivia Update and Grandkids!

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There was a period in my life, many years ago, when I didn’t think I could ever be a grandmother. I’m not sure why, but I had this very strange feeling that I would either never have grandchildren, or not live long enough to see them born. Given that history, I am very blessed to have seven grandchildren. I’ve lived long enough, and both of our children have children of their own. It’s a wonderful thing to be called “Nana.”

I realized I never updated my blog on Baby Olivia. She was born over two months early, and they projected her discharge date to be her due date, which is also my birthday (September 9th). She was born on June 30. I already blogged about it, if you want to go back and read.

I am so happy to report Olivia not only exceeded all of our expectations, she met and exceeded the milestones they set for her in the NICU. ❤️❤️ She ended up getting discharged early. I got to watch her and her siblings for a couple of days while mommy was recovering from her tubal surgery. It was easier than I thought it would be, but let me just say that watching three children is definitely for the young. And not just the young at heart 😂😂.

It’s hard to believe she’s almost four months old. One might expect her to be behind, but she is actually ahead of schedule. 🤩🤩 She’s already an overachiever. She rolled over from back to front at 3 months 2 days. She is a little miracle, and we are so happy she is doing so well.

We are still traveling on our Airstream trip, but when we get home I can’t wait to hold her and her siblings again. Happy Grandparents Day!

Holding Baby Olivia. Mikayla loves to look at the camera and make loud noises 😂🤪😂🤪. Olivia doesn’t seem to mind.

Jaxson is smack in the middle of two girls. Good thing he has Daddy! They are super close. He’s enjoying his banana before he takes a nap.

Hannah and Alison on the last day I was helping out. They are helping Mommy make tea. Mikayla wants to help. She loves mimicking her big sisters!

Those are Bryan’s five children. Elizabeth has two. I’ll share some pictures of them after our trip is over. What do your grandchildren call you? Leave a comment below. If you are asked to sign in, you only have to do this once. I promise I’ll never share your email address. It’s just to make sure you are a real human.


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Baby Olivia

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Baby Olivia Jade West was born to our son Bryan and daughter-in-law Bree on June 30, 2023. She was over two months early, born at 29 weeks gestation. She was 11.5 inches long weighing 2 pounds and 14 ounces at birth. She was immediately placed in the NICU, where she has been ever since. This is just a brief history of her first month of life.

She is our seventh grandchild, or as Tim likes to say, our seventh Jedi. Seven is the number of perfection, so we think this is the perfect number of grandkids. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Olivia’s APGAR scores were normal, as for any newborn, so for that we were grateful. Her lungs were strong, and Bree was relieved to hear her cry almost immediately after birth. She got to hold her for about a minute, then Olivia was whisked away to the NICU. Mommy had some hemorrhaging, which they were able to stop, but once the baby was born her body bounced back pretty quickly. It was a few days before mommy and daddy could hold her properly.

They put her in an incubator to help regulate her temperature, and hooked her up to a CPAP. Not because she needed oxygen, but to help force air into her lungs so she didn’t have to work as hard breathing. She needed all the calories to go toward growing. She also had a feeding tube down her throat, and has been fed through the tube ever since.

We got home on July 2nd and went to see her with the whole family the next day. She was SOOOO tiny.

Since then we have seen her grow to over four pounds. They have removed the top from her incubator as she is regulating her own body temperature. They just took off the CPAP and moved to a nose tube for feeding. I was in The Woodlands and stopped by after treatment. I happened to get there right before they put in the tube, so I took some pictures of her cute little face and watched that process. She did great. I held her for the first time while she was eating. I’ve never held a baby that small that I can remember.

First time holding my little granddaughter. One month old.
I had just come from MD Anderson so they covered me in a blanket. It was so cozy.
Praying for Baby Olivia.

Tim and I also stopped by to see her a couple of days later.

Within a few days they told me they were going to start feeding her with a bottle. They hadn’t started yet when Tim and I went by to see her. I haven’t been back yet, so I just checked with Bree on her progress. She said they haven’t started feeding with a bottle as they put her on a nasal cannula for breathing. (This was after the CPAP was removed. It’s common for them to go off and then back on oxygen.) They want the strength of her nasal cannula at a 2 and she’s at a 4 right now. She’s doing good.

They’re also giving her a diarrhetic for a couple days to see if excess fluid is making it more difficult for her to breathe. From what they explained to Bree, as soon as she’s breathing easier they will start to try feedings, and once she takes a full feed every feed for 3 days she comes home.

From what I understand, when they start feeding her with a bottle, it will be a slow process. She has been sucking, so this is a good sign. Apparently premies get tired easily and can’t down the whole bottle at first. What she doesn’t finish they will put in the tube. The nose tube stays in until a couple of days before discharge, when she is eating a full meal on her own.

We are hoping she comes home within another week or two, but the projection has always been her due date (September 9, also my birthday). We watched Mikayla on Saturday while Mommy and Daddy spent the day cleaning their apartment and disinfecting to avoid any possible germs. They are ready! We can’t wait to see her come home!

Thank you all for your continued prayers of this little one, and the family as well.


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Oncology Update

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Chemo Day.

August 3rd. Oncology follow-up.

Dr. Kovitz is an amazing oncologist. I inherited him when my first doctor left to go teach at Baylor and he was hired to replace her. He left MD Anderson for a season, but he told me he came back “home” and plans to retire from here. I hope he is my doctor for the rest of my life, as I will most likely be in treatment that long.

Some people call it remission, but they don’t really use that term much anymore. Basically I still have cancer cells in my body, so everything we are doing is keeping them from growing and “progressing.” Stable is a good thing. I will always be considered “terminal,” until the day I die, most likely from some other cause. I’m planning on old age. 🤩🤩🤩

We talked about how well my body is doing. He recalled the large mass (7 cm) on my ribcage completely disappearing, the lesions in my liver, lungs, bones, skull, and even in the brain that have vanished or nearly so. It’s amazing how much we have overcome. He said I am “off the charts” (in terms of lifespan) and he is still amazed at how well my body is responding. I attributed it to God, and he affirmed it. He said we are all just tools in His hands, but He is the one doing this.

Aside, I have to remind myself that not everyone is as fortunate as I am. Because I’m “off the charts,” it means I am one of the few. I realize there are many women out there with metastatic breast cancer who do not live as long as I have. Not everyone has the energy and strength to do what I am able to do. I don’t know why God has allowed me to live a longer life, but I don’t think he is finished with me yet!

I will go back for follow-up scans in November, but between now and then we will be out of town. I told my oncologist I might miss a treatment or two while we are traveling with our Airstream in September and October. “Living life to the fullest,” I smiled. He said, and I’ll never forget this, “That’s why we’re doing all of this, right? If you can’t live life, then what the he** are we doing here?” He is a colorful guy. 😂🤪😄

Yes, Dr. K. That’s why we are doing this. Thank you for that reminder! I will continue to do this as long as we deem necessary. Maybe one day the protocols will change and I can go off of the drugs, but for now, we keep on keeping on.

My body is still stable, meaning I haven’t seen any progression of the cancer in nearly four years, and everything has been shrinking or disappeared in over six years. I have very tiny punctate lesions in my brain that are so small they don’t even pick up on the MRI every time. Hot spots always show up in my bones, but that could be places that have healed or left holes where the cancer has eaten my bones. Either way, these spots have not grown and they are considered stable. I expect no changes at my follow-up scans in November.

If you’re a bit nerdy like me, and you want to know more about the drugs they are giving me, I’ve included some links where you can read more about it. I know, it’s Wikipedia, but this information is not being used for a published research paper LOL 😂🤪😂.


July 31st. Chemo Day. I continue to get infusions of Pertuzumab (Perjeta) and Trastuzumab (Herceptin) every three weeks for the HER2+ part of the cancer. Sometimes I can extend it a little longer, but if it goes more than four weeks I have to reload and the infusion time is longer. It’s a little harder on my body to do that, but it’s worth it when we are traveling or have other things going on.

I didn’t get it this time, but they do give me an infusion of Zoledronic acid (Zometa) every three or six months, or sometimes longer. My doctor said it’s not as simple as it was in the first five years. Zometa helps strengthen the bones, but if you take it for too long or too often it can actually make your bones too solid which removes their natural flexibility. We talk about this one every time I go in to see him. He’s going to do some additional bloodwork at my next visit to determine where my bones are at this point, but he said to plan a longer visit as he’s adding Zometa.

I also continue to take Anastrozole (Arimidex), which is a pill, daily. This is for the estrogen-positive part of the cancer. One time the PA explained to me that it is hard to lose weight when you are in treatment for estrogen-positive (ER+) cancer, because they have to suppress your estrogen. Estrogen is helpful in losing weight. I struggle with this now, but it helps to know it’s not all because I’m doing everything wrong. (although I could lay off the sugar 🤪🥴🤪😂😂).


À la prochaine…hasta la próxima vez…until next time!

The Book Woman of Troublesome Creek – Book Review

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The Book Woman of Troublesome Creek was an intriguing book about the blue people of Kentucky. I did a little research on this, as it seems so far-fetched. My family is from the hills of Kentucky, but I had not heard of it. History majors in my book club had never heard of these people, but indeed they do exist.

Apparently, it’s a very rare genetic condition which causes a white person’s skin to appear blue. Both parents must have the recessive gene. It started when a man from Paris France, who had the recessive gene, moved to rural Kentucky. As fate would have it, he fell in love with a woman who also had the recessive gene. Half of their children were blue, and the other half were white.

The blue-skinned people suffered much racism, and were treated as “colored” folks. It was hard for them to marry, as no one wanted to have children with blue skin. They didn’t have a good understanding of the cause until years later. The book focuses on a blue-skinned woman named “Cussy.” She lives in Troublesome Creek Kentucky. She is a strong female protagonist, and when her mother dies and her father becomes ill, she decides to become a mobile librarian to provide for herself. It came with many challenges, which I won’t give away, but she is an overcomer.

This is based on the true “book women” who would ride on horses or mules to carry books to the mountains where people could not reach a library. The book contains pictures from a historic society of the original book women, which were interesting to see as well. Quite an intriguing history lies behind the novel.

I enjoyed reading The Book Woman of Troublesome Creek, and I learned some things about Kentucky culture that I didn’t already know. I admit it was a challenge to get into it the book at first. I didn’t finish it until after the book club met. I didn’t think I was going to make it to this group due to our Airstream vacation, but we came back early so I was able to go after all. That’s one thing I love about our book club. Even if you haven’t finished the book, you can still talk about it.

One of the other book club members agreed she had the same difficulty getting into the book. Their southern language was written into the dialogue, and it was sometimes hard to understand what the characters were trying to say. However, I enjoyed reading the story and found the character of Cussy to be an inspiration to other underdogs. I also appreciated the extents these book women traveled, as they delivered the books to the mountain people. They didn’t just deliver books. They read letters to the illiterate, taught people how to read, became life-long friends, and served their patrons in ways that were far beyond their expected role. I gave it an 8.5.


Our leader always sums up our discussion. Here’s what she sent us this month. Eight of us gathered on this hot afternoon to discuss The Book Women of Troublesome Creek by Kim Michelle Richardson.  All of us liked the book and most of us knew nothing of the Blue people of the Appalachian or Kentucky.  We all loved Cussy especially since she was such a strong woman and how miserable her life was in Troublesome Creek.  The prejudices, racial tensions even with her peers at the Kentucky Pack Horse Program.  We all thought that the program was so important and courageous and even to this day we discussed how important libraries and reading is to each of us.  We thought about our memories of Mobile Libraries, the smell and exhilaration of escaping in books, Reader’s Digest; Highlight magazines, etc.  Some of us had a hard time getting into it but then thought it was very well written. We rated the book an 8.7.


À la prochaine…hasta la próxima vez…until next time!