So, after the FrankenGoatmother finally allowed herself to take the pain medication (can you say s-t-u-b-b-o-r-n?), things got slowly better. And yesterday, she was able to not take any! Yay! Just in time. Now, then, let me discuss this imPORTant PORT. You see, this is not just any port. No indeed. The literature that came with it (Yes. It actually has literature with it. Who knew?) says so. For this is a Bard Power PORT! A Power PORT??? Not only does the FrankenGoatmother have to carry a card in her wallet and a tag on her key chain, but she actually is required to wear a special bracelet identifying her special status.
Not that the FrankenGoatmother is ever going to be a hand model, but you see what we are up against here. And look, Mrs. Micawber! A 'symbol' on the bracelet! I think this may be actual proof of that 'StarGate' connection you suspected. The FrankenGoatmother had better start carrying around those Peanuts, along with her card, in case she does indeed have to connect with any alien civilizations. Believe me, though, when I say she'll fit right in if she does, Peanuts or no. I'm just sayin' ...
So with this Power PORT, we think the FrankenGoatmother really ought to have some kind of cape, don't you? I mean, everyone knows that 'with great power comes great responsibility'. Just ask Spiderman. So, really, she ought to have something to identify her. You know, warn the public? But the whole Super Hero idea doesn't click very well when it comes to the FrankenGoatmother. I mean, she is kind of a wuss. Come to think of it, though, there is one place she might actually fit in. Do you remember these?:
Yep. The Power Puff Girls! Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup. She could be the long-lost Peanut-passin' rebel sister in lavender (since pink is obviously already taken), Butterbean. What do you think? I know. It's another name, but Goat Grief! She has so many already, what's another one? Eh???
At any rate, we are ready to dePORT...I mean, dePART for our first Chemotherapy session on Monday. I know. Don't worry. I'm not going. The Cancer Center is a wonderful place, but even they have not advanced enough to allow in a goat. But that's okay. Someone has to hold down the fort and protect the Peanuts against marauding Peanut-Pinchers. The FrankenGoatmother is again a bit apprehensive, but they promised to take good care of her, so it's all good. Remember the Goatmother's motto, 'it's all good'?
We are sincerely hoping that Mr. Murphy doesn't go. He caused enough trouble this week when Cabra came down with bladder stones on Monday when the Goatmother and Goatfather had to go to Seattle. And, of course, the poor dog doesn't have just one kind. She has both kinds. And, remember when the machine broke right before the Goatmother was supposed to go for her MRI? Guess what? The Cancer Center's blood work machine broke and so the Goatmother had to travel in to the regular lab in order to have her blood work done for Monday. It is my theory that the machines hear she is coming and run in fear. I can understand that. She's one fierce looking mother when she's got a pair of hoof trimmers in her hand. Oy vay.
But looking on the bright side, we did have one good omen this week. The Epiphyllum bloomed.
I know. The picture is kind of dark, but it is so hard to get a decent picture of anything red, especially with hooves. Why is that? Nonetheless, I want you to notice the Goatfather's hand, which ought to give you some indication of the size of this bloom! They are magnificent! And, what is more, it is such a symbol of hope. Here is a plant that comes indoors in October and doesn't get a single drop of water until it puts up these fabulous blooms, which is usually well, now! That is almost 8 months without water. And if you feel sorry and water it, it WILL NOT bloom for you. I take it as a study in patience (something we really need right now). Even though you experience a tough road, and some hardship along the way, the end will result in not only triumph, but transcendent triumph! Here is living proof.
So, okay, my friends. The sun is setting and we have one more day to get ready - if anyone can actually be ready. But we refuse to let the sun set with no hope.
" You can only come to the morning through the shadows." - J.R.R. Tolkien