05-02-23 Guardians of my Galaxy
The Dr from where Mom is staying called me today to fill me in on all the details. It is confirmed that she has small c cancer. There is not radiation needed and we expect it can be removed easily but will be confirmed when we see the ENT on the 18th. Turns out her hip is broken from her fall Wednesday night but in the same best case scenario, the orthopedic surgeon says it is a minimal crack above her bionic hip and will heal itself. She is already weight bearing but will need therapy in house for an extra couple weeks. So, bad news, GOOD news.
I had a busy day at work and then jumped in the Willys to go do an errand at the far end of the strip. For those of you who do not know, the ‘strip’ is the divided highway through town. The day was perfect and I was scooting along in the fast lane, preparing to turn left. There was a pickup in front of me that I was pacing for speed, a few car lengths behind me in my lane another truck and beside it, a semi. Suddenly, the truck in front of me switched to the right lane and all I could see was a big Dodge Ram’s grill coming toward me. The poor woman driving was on the wrong side of the median. I checked my mirror, slammed on the brakes and raised both arms straight up over my head like goal posts to signal those behind me. Everyone managed to get stopped and she made her way across the traffic and turned left into the mall. I was slow to get going again and the semi came up beside me, tooted his horn and gave me a big thumbs up and wave out his window. I pulled into where my errand was and then when I got back in the jeep to leave, my brakes were frozen. I called my friend to ask what to do and he said he would try to send his son to help. In the meantime, a guy pulled up and was very excited about my ride. Andy was so enamored of my ride that he asked me if I was married. I think he was in that 40s range too which made me smile. He hung out with me for almost an hour while I let her cool down and then I started her up again and all was well. I think there may have been an airlock in the master cylinder. All in all, I thank my motorcycle training to always be aware of my surroundings, the ability to remain calm in a crisis and not to stall her out. I also gave my Dad’s little stuffed dog that travels with me a squeeze of gratitude for all of us being safe in that situation. I feel sorry for that poor lady who made the mistake. She must have been terrified. I should have thought to follow her and make sure she was okay but honestly, I was probably in shock myself.
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