Weekend update

Well, I have to give Ron his props.  After fortifying himself, he went into the bathroom and took the lid off the toilet talk.  Then he got some tools.  He worked in there for a while, I heard a couple of flushes. 

He fixed it.  We had problems with the toilet running after we flushed it and jiggling the handle didn't help.  It is an American Standard toilet so it doesn't have "standard" parts. 

I thought we would have to get a repairman out to replace the insides of the toilet.  I figured it would cost some money. 

We also had problems with water leaking out of the tank also, so Ron had to replace a gasket.  I had ordered the gasket already. 

So he went in there with his tools and his gasket.  I was talking to Mom and Dad on the phone.  When I finished, he told me he had fixed it. 

He demonstrated, it flushed, and it stopped.  "I had to turn a screw" and he also told me he had replaced the gasket. 

Not bad for a blind man with only one good arm!  I was impressed. 

I know I write a lot about his negative behavior so I figured he needed some recognition on this one. 

I had a good talk with Dad, he talked about his biopsy and his options.  He has 3-4 options.  He will be meeting with a "radiation specialist" on Monday (is that a radiologist, or do they just read X-rays?) to get some more options. 

He is very positive, which, selfishly, makes things easier for me.  I don't have to worry about him; that's good to know.  He has Mom, he has my stepsister and brother, he has friends.  He has a very good support system. 

I need to work on building mine.  I have Ron, and my aunt, locally and that is about it. 

So I feel good about Dad, or as good as I can with him having cancer of any sort.  It's so odd, I always figured if I had to worry about Dad it would be his heart, but nope, here's a curveball. 

I did end up committing to getting a mammogram.  Dad is concerned because I have a maternal history of breast cancer, but, in my defense, my birthmother took horrible care of herself.  She smoked, she drank, I'm sure she didn't eat right.  I don't eat right but I do take supplements, and I don't use chemicals, aside from a very modest amount of caffeine (about 100 mg a day). 

So I will have to do that.  I hope they don't find anything.  It would be hard to work after a biopsy or surgery.  So, hoping I don't have anything.  I don't feel anything. 

I woke up with another headache this morning.  Makes it hard to sleep late. 

Anyway, I'm going to go for now.  Take care.