"If providence did beards devise,
To prove the wearers of them wise,
A fulsome goat would then, by nature,
Excel each other human creature." - Thomas D'Urfey

Monday, September 3, 2012

Let Your Lights Shine

It's Labor Day, so I thought I'd take a little time out from eating to do some actual labor - like writing.  You didn't think I could do it, did you?  Hay, it is possible to write and snack at the same time.  You wouldn't want me to get weak from hunger or anything would you?  Anyway, today would have been the day for the next chemotherapy treatment, but since we are DONE with that, the Goatmother didn't have to go anywhere!  There you go, then.  I think one could say this is truly a holiday in every sense of the word.  WOO and HOO!!!!

So, the Goatmother is ready to go on to Part Deux.  I say 'ready', but I suppose no one is ever really 'ready' for such things.  Nonetheless, she has seen the fabulous Radiation Oncologist and things are underway.  Now I've never known the Goatmother to be much for going against the grain, but I dare say perhaps that has changed.  Why you ask?  Well, the Goatmother is now sporting a few tattoos, of all things.  What a rebel.  The problem is the tattoos are just dots.  Plain old dots.  Mind you she asked for dragonflies, or smiley faces at the very least, but no, they wouldn't go for it.  I ask you, wouldn't a smiley face make as good a target as a mere dot?  Better even, if you ask me.  Or they could have made tiny little Peanuts.  That would have been novel.  No imagination.  That's what I say.  Anyway, the Goatmother is now tattooed and ready to rock and roll.

So, for seven weeks, five days a week, the Goatmother will be zapped.  Something tells me the headlights are going to be glowing after that much input, but the fabulous Radiation Oncologist assures us such will not be the case.  I reserve the right to skepticism until I see for myself.  I mean this has to be akin to the time Boo was grazing too near the electric fence and forgot to pay attention where she put her ear.  Well, she didn't so much glow, but she sure left a jet trail, I can tell you.  If you ask me, the only reason she didn't glow is because she wasn't there long enough.  No, my friends, I think the Goatmother's headlights are definitely going to be on.  I'll be sure to let you know.

Anyway, we do have a little time before all the excitement begins.   September 11th.  That is D-Day.  One week of vacation.  That's what we have, and we are going to make good use of it.  For one thing, the Goatmother and the Goatfather are planning a day trip to the ocean.  I have to say I'm not too fond of the second thing the Goatmother is planning, however, and that is because there is a plan of hoof trimming in the offing.  Maybe she'll change her mind.  Hope does spring eternal, you know.

At any rate, this whole cancer thing is definitely a ride, though we certainly can't call it a 'joy ride'.  There is a quote that says, "Writing is like driving at night in the fog. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way". -  E.L. Doctorow   That sums it up pretty well.  I'd say all we need to do is change the word 'writing' to 'radiation'.  What do you think? 

Post Script:  Flash!  It occurs to me the Goatmother will begin Radiation therapy on 9/11.  In light of historical events connected to this ominous day, we certainly hope the twin towers will remain intact.  I'm just sayin' ...


Terry said...

We had our bit of hoof trimming here today and it went exceedingly well, due to my husband clicker training with a target and a handful of Trader Joe's organic animal crackers. My goats say that they are better than peanuts. Anyway, the goaties stood still and let me whack away at the hooves. I was only sat on twice. I'd offer to fly out west and do this for the goatmother so that she could get a full vacation of a whole week, but that's just not feasible. Athough I would consider coming for West Coast Fair Scones, which I have heard much about.

Marigold said...

Dear Terry,
We have organic animal cookies from Costco. I hate to tell you this, but there is no comparison. There simply is NOTHING better than a Peanut. Or two. Or a lot, come to think of it.

J (jubliant) said...

Marigold, Marigold, where for art thou Marigold... wait a minute, a new post! Shiver me timbers.

I like the idea of peanut tattoos! There should be at least a few tattoo options; someone is just a little anally retentive somewhere. One tat does not fit all. The Goatmother is extra special. Allowances should be made.

You know, this radiation thing could work out well. If the Goatmother 'lights up' NASA could use her in the space program as a homeward beacon. Or, earthlings could hang her on a giant Xmas tree. Wonder what her boundaries are like? Is she submissive? The possibilities are endless.

Marigold said...

Dear Jubilant J,
Perhaps I should contact NASA. You never know. After all, Grandma Moses didn't begin her new career until she was 100.

Mimi Foxmorton said...

Oh Honey-

You are such an inspiration to us all!

Love your quote.....and I bet you could even do it with a flashlight if you had to!

You make me laugh.....you make me cry......you make me ever so glad that I found you!

Fair winds, luv......your Twin Towers shall remain FABULOUS!

Throw a Wish Stone in the Ocean and see where it takes you! xo



DebH said...

A trip to the ocean sounds marvelous! Good idea!! Wishing Goatmother the quickest, most exact zapping possible on this next phase. I liked the mention on ride, and not exactly a "joy" ride. I agree. Kinda thought the statement at the beginning of my treatment, "are you ready for your journey?" was sorta weird. I guess I wasn't thinking this was a journey that I wanted to be on. There has to be a better way of describing...but I know its not for the faint of heart. Everyone has an entirely different take on it once youv'e done it yourself. Good luck with the manicures Marigold. Hoof trimming does rival a journey around here. More like a rodeo on special days. Try to be kind to Goatmother and Goatfather. I'm sure she'll have rewards for the most helpful and accomodating. Remember also, she's been through a tough time...she's going to be alot more determined and stronger, and determined and powerful and...

Auntie sezzzzzz... said...

YES! I noticed "the date"!

Good luck. And do, do, do enjoy the little trip to the ocean.

Doing quick addition, me-thinks you end this, a week before Halloween. Awwww, that is nice. Hope it makes you feel kinda' good.

Oh yes, and again, do enjoy trip to ocean!!!!

Gentle hugs,

Marigold said...

Dear MiMi,
No one ever takes me to the ocean. Shouldn't a goat get to go to the ocean? What is this world coming to? Anyway, if I *could* get to the ocean, I would certainly throw in a stone. Hey, I might even surf. We know it has been done. :)

Marigold said...

Dear DebH,
Gee, maybe that means I ought to take the Goatmother on a joyous ride when she does the hoof trimming. I mean she ought to have a joyous ride somewhere. As for that power and determination...What? Do you think she's giving into her ButterBean side? On second thought, maybe I ought to reconsider that joyous ride.

Marigold said...

Dear Auntie,
Ah, yes. The date. Kinda' gives a whole new meaning to the term 'Ground Zero', eh? Nonetheless, the Goatmother shall prevail. We are SO looking forward to Halloween this year, and like you, we are going to decorate EARLY!

Mrs. Micawber said...

If not peanuts or happy faces, at the very LEAST you'd think they could draw little bullseyes. (For better aiming of the rays, you know. But I suppose they know what they're doing.)

9/11 does have a rather ominous sound - but I am confident the twin towers will remain intact. The cancer, on the other hand, had better watch out. (You're goin' DOWN, big C!)

Tell the Goatmother to have a wonderful day at the ocean. In light of this glowing business (PUN!), she might want to see if there are any short-term lighthouse positions available.

P.S. Headlights? or high beams? You be the judge.

Millie said...

It's best to make sure the hooves are in good shape. We need to get our human going for pedicures all around. We will be wishing the Goatmother all the best through round two.

Candy C. said...

There definitely should be tat options, how boring are dots for Pete's sake! Little moons, or stars, or bats for Halloween would be nice! Perhaps after the treatment is finished they could be "altered"...
I hope the Goatmother enjoys the day trip to the ocean; sorry Marigold, no goats allowed. Well, unless you live in CALIFORNIA and are a SURFING goat!!
Here's hoping for NO glowing headlights and tall, upright twin towers!!

Snowcatcher said...

I'm all for DebH's predictiion... More powerful than a precious golden ring, taller than two towers, badger than any orch...

Thoroughly enjoy your trip to the ocean. You deserve many such happy and soothing vacations!

Marigold said...

Dear Mrs. Micawber,
Big 'C' is definitely goin' down! I agree bullseyes might have been a good idea...of maybe goatseyes since we have such superior eyes. As for the lighthouse. Hmmm...I guess you just never know what opportunities adversity may bring. You know, that whole thing about when one door closes another opens? :)

Marigold said...

Dear Millie,
The Goatmother thanks you for the encouraging wishes. As for the 'pedicure' part. Shhhhh. I didn't tell her that part. I'm hoping she'll forget about it. You know, chemo brain and all that?

Marigold said...

Dear Candy,
The Goatmother likes the idea of those little bats for Halloween! Ha! Me, I'm holding out for the Peanuts. And, hay, if those CA goats can surf, so can I. From the looks of it, I weigh less anyway.

Marigold said...

Dear Snowcatcher,
Is this like 'able to leap tall buidlings in a single bound'? ButterBean!!!! Well, the Goatmother is finally feeling a little better every day. That ocean trip isn't a long one ('cuz we're pretty near it) but it will be just the ticket I think. I may try to stow away into the back of the truck. I really think I might like to try that whole surf scene. :)

* said...

Oooh, enjoy your trip to the beach ....surely you are not going too Marigold? It hardly seems fair that the goat mother gets to go to the beach and you get a foot trim....

Be thinking about you all on the ninth.....I'm liking the quote, onwards and upwards!

Marigold said...

Dear Faith,
Stamping all four feet here. They WILL NOT let me go! Harumpf! Now tell me, are you not going to be thinking of us on the 11th? :)