We are not busy bees, buzzing from activity to activity. So much stuff gets done online, many of the busy things we used to do are no longer necessary. But — and there’s always a but — there are some things which require a personal touch. This was one of those days.
My final activity of the day was visiting the oncologist — never my favorite activity on any day. I was supposed to do it a month ago, but I wasn’t up to it and deferred it to today.
I needed to go to the post office and mail a small package and, we sold the yellow car. It hasn’t left home yet, but it’s merely waiting to be picked up. Since the new insurance policy came through at the end of last week, this seemed the right time to deal with officially removing the old car.
Yesterday, I went online yesterday and cancelled the plates. Today, I took the paper to the agent and changed our insurance policy to just one car. In our lives together, this is the first time we’ve only had one car. When we were both working, there was no question about needing two vehicles. These days, we rarely need two. I suppose there will be times when we need a second car, at which time we’ll just have to rent one, should it come to that.
I was surprised that our insurance dropped by half. I didn’t think one little old car was costing that much. So I guess it was a good thing and now, we don’t have to replace the tires, the brakes, and the dead battery.
The oncologist is another story. Anyone who has had cancer, now or previously, knows that the periodic visit to the oncologist makes you edgy. The long scar on my right breast has developed a hard piece of scar tissue underneath it. I have been working hard at ignoring it, but it kept bugging me. Last January, I went and saw the nurse practitioner (the doctor was on vacation) and we agreed it didn’t seem to be more than what I thought it was — a hard piece of scar tissue.
Today, at the doctor, we reached the same conclusion … with a proviso. If it seems to be growing or getting harder, back I go. And instead of my usually year between visits, I’m back in three months. It could be something. It probably isn’t. But … it could be. This is why cancer is not a lot of fun. A lot of things could be nothing, but then again, they could be something. And that something is not good.
I’m good at forgetting and with a little luck, I’ll have forgotten this entirely by tomorrow morning. If Medicare didn’t charge $450 for an ultrasound, I’d probably have sprung for the test. I don’t know about other retirees, but I don’t happen to have that hunk of money, so unless I think it’s life or death — it will wait.
Still, a lot got done. I finally got to see my doctor and a lens is on its way to Arizona. Our insurance dropped to as low as insurance ever gets.
For a few minutes when we got out of the hospital, it was sunny and I could see that spring really has come. Most places, anyway. It is less apparent here because our trees are all oak and they have no leaves yet. Other places where they have ornamental trees or maples, there are some small leaves and many flowers.
Since a few days ago, we gained two gorgeous yellow tulips and hillside of Solomon’s Seal has sprung up. It is amazing. In the middle of last week, I saw no evidence they were growing at all. Oh, and the Columbine are starting to bloom. It has been cold and rainy … but finally, spring is coming.