Evil Hawk
Yesterday my chemo pump was removed. I’ll update y’all at the end. But I have to tell you about the evil hawk first.
It’s been awhile since we’ve talked about my chickens and Jimmy the Duck. Mostly because of my cancer. I’m not allowed near birds, cats and reptiles, due to disease and bacteria. Or something. I can still pet dogs and give them Jones Natural Chews, which is great, but my energy levels are low, so photographing dogs, chickens, Jimmy – nope. Not happening. I couldn’t even tell you where most of my electronic equipment is right now. All that to say, I don’t have photos. The evil hawk above was a photo I took in Illinois.
Yesterday we drove up to the house, coming home from the hospital, to see a huge evil hawk sitting on our roof. That’s never a good thing. Hunny had left the chickens out for the day, since they’ve been cooped up way too long. They love foraging in the backyard. But the dogs were in the house, not outside protecting the girls.
Protection
Truth be told, Jimmy works hard to protect his girls. As soon as we pulled into the driveway, though, that evil hawk flew away. Hunny was sure that if the hawk was on the roof, it hadn’t gotten any of my birds. I wasn’t so sure.
Here’s the deal – chemo Thursday is a bad day for me. Three days of chemo. I’m so wiped out it isn’t funny. But I charged into the house, went straight through and out the back door. (Probably looked more like tottering) And there they were. All four girls and Jimmy the Duck, hiding under the patio table, safe from the evil hawk. Jimmy was quacking up a storm, bill black from mucking in the mud. Don’t cross an angry duck, people. Just don’t. His feathers were all fluffy – a sure sign he’s angry.
Hunny wouldn’t let me out. Told me to sit down – rightly so. But I knew everyone was safe. That’s all that mattered. And Hunny put them all away immediately. All is right with the world. Evil hawk is gone.
Update
It’s the Friday after chemo, so it’s update time! This week I was told that my white blood cell count is low. That seems to be the norm at this stage of the game. However, should my WBC count drop too low next time, I’ll get a shot and have to wait a week before resuming chemo. All par for the course. I really don’t like the idea of pushing my done date back a week, but I don’t have much choice. I’m closing in on the finish line, and that’s what counts. I’m so ready to be done with this. Thing is, I’m not sure I ever will be done.
Giveaway
Before you go, do me a favor and click on this sentence? It’ll take you to a Jones Natural Chews Rib Roller giveaway. Your dog will smile. If you win, you’ll smile. Naturally. Since Jones has the best all natural dog treats on the planet. Just do it, already. You know you want to!
Spreading the good chews …
Flea
