VIRGO (Aug. 23-Sept. 22): When's the last time you really gave yourself permission to watch a sunrise or sunset for more than a few seconds? I bet this activity has fallen so far off your list of things to do that if left to your own devices you may not treat yourself to it for months. That's just one reason I feel called to do an intervention. The other reason has to do with your current astrological omens. They say that you desperately need to be lifted up out of the everyday trance and exposed to sublime beauty; that you need to commune with our home star, the source of all the energy that fuels your life.
I thought I'd prop myself up today in order to say congratulations to Sandra Bullock of her star on Hollywoood's Walk of Fame. Of all Keanu's co-stars, Sandy strikes me as the one I'd most like to hang out with.
Her star is right next to Keanu's in front of the Kodak Theater. Some pics of the ceremony can be found at Yahoo News.
When Keanu got his star last month, Sandra took out a cute ad in The Hollywood Reporter for him, and I was very curious to see how he'd reciprocate.
Thanks to the wonderful Joz for sending me the text of the ad, found in today's HR.
Congratulations on your star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.
I think they should have given you two
... or three
... or four.
All of my love,
What a swell guy.
(also, once again I'd like to thank everyone for their cards and emails. I'm still trying to take it easy, but I promise to eventually respond to everyone. Love to you all ~k)
Thanks to all the good vibes from you all I was able to get to the doctor tuesday for liberation from my peebag, was given good news from the pathologist and got the go-ahead to travel home. I'm currently comfy with Humphy and V. is fixing corned beef for our St. Pat's suppper.
It will be a few days before I feel like tackling my email, but I just want to say thank you to everyone. I really can't wait for everything to be back to normal.
Don't forget to get those pap smears.
As much as I'd like you to believe that this break was so I could run off to Aruba and spend my nights drinking tequilia out of V.'s navel, that's not the case.
I'm not back yet, but I want to tell you what's going on, and also tell you why I'm telling you.
Anyone that knows how much I hate the dentist can pretty much extrapolate that that feeling extends, and even doubles for doctors. It's true. But after some consideration and inspiration/motivation from a friend I admire very much, I decided to make a long overdue appointment at the gyno for a checkup last December. Long story short, after an abnormal pap smear result and a series of really icky tests, I was diagnosed with cervical cancer at the end of January. The course of treatment was a radical hysterectomy. Yeah, the word 'radical' is completely ruined for me now, dammit. On the other hand, I now have my very own belly scar.
So, two weeks ago, I was checked into Scripps Memorial Hospital in La Jolla for surgery. I was completely terrified. I haven't spent the night in the hospital since I was born. The surgery went well, I'm now a uterus, cervix, appendix and a couple of lymph nodes lighter. The recovery was (is) the worst. I wasn't allowed to eat or drink for days, but they made me get up and walk as soon as I could. Oh god, that sucked. More pain than I've ever imagined, but they assured me it was for my own good, of course. Anyway, I spent 5 days in the hospital and had a horrible time except for the very lovely pain drugs. V. was there with me nearly the whole time, sleeping in a chair beside me instead of leaving at night. I really couldn't ask for anyone better to watch over me. I'm very lucky. And very in love.
I've now spent a week at my sister's place, still recovering. I can eat regular food now, and I can walk around the house. The pain gets better every day as I get stronger. The biggest drag is the fact that I have to have a catheter for two weeks, so I get to accessorize my recovery outfit with a charming bag of my own urine. Fun, no?
I'll be in California a little longer for follow-up and then I'll be going home as soon as they say it's okay for me to make the drive.
Alright, enough of me whining.
I'm telling this here because I want the women who read this site to know that everything I've been through could have been avoided if I'd taken better care of myself, and gone to the doctor regularly. I want you to know that if you haven't had a check-up and a pap smear in a couple years that I'm begging you to make that appointment today. Please.
I'm trying to have a sense of humor about it all, but believe me, this whole thing has completely sucked.
And I really don't want anyone else ever to have to go through this.
Please take care of yourselves. Make that appointment.
I'm going back to the couch to watch the cable teevee and moan until V. brings me ice cream.
I'd much rather be doing something else.