Boots and his stomach

Boots is my Siamese mix cat. Or, rather, I am the person who takes care of Boots, who is exceedingly spoiled. Every once in awhile he starts spitting up for no apparent reason and has to be fed teeny meals frequently. On hand, we have baked chicken breast, Science Diet for Sensitive tum-tums, and Science Diet i/d for gastroenteritis. Yesterday, he kept everything down. Teeny meals. Today, he got more dry food, which he crunched through, and a teeny bit of baked chicken breast. So far, so good.

But back to breast cancer. The nurse case manager who is substituting for Shari Showalter this week is going to find out what is going on about the surgery. Saw Dr. Recinos, the plastic surgeon, yesterday. He called Dr. Jayawardena, the surgeon. The first report I had from Christy, from the plastic surgery office, said that Dr. Jayawardena had agreed with Dr. Recinos on a bilateral masectomy (both breasts). I was upset, as my understanding was that the medical folks in General Surgery had agreed with a masectomy for the right breast and a lumpectomy for the left breast. Dr. Jay had also recommended breast reduction in the left breast.

Got camisole with velcro closing and pockets for bulbs for tubes. It is to go under other clothing. I'm not quite sure how.

Now that I have a blog, Charles Derden is delighted to have a chance to get even with me for all the times I censored his humor column at East High in Waterloo 1964-1965. So we'll see what his comments will be.