A Padded Steering Wheel for the Big White Bus

Friday was an interesting day.

My energy levels are definitely on the rebound, and though I am by no means strong, I was able to actually do a couple things. Sometimes this does not even actually involve doing anything, it is more that I can visualize the process of doing something, remember that I used to do it - and get Tom to do the real work.

So several things like that happened on Friday.

Because of my weight loss, I have been noticing (and this may be way TMI for most) that sitting on the toilet has become quite painful. My big concern is that, with no natural padding of my own, my legs quickly become numb. So when I go to stand up, I have stumbled - more than once.

I ordered a padded toilet seat online, which came on Friday, and Tom installed it for me on the toilet of the upstairs bathroom. It is without a doubt one of the greatest inventions ever done. The toilet seat tends to be warm (an added bonus on these cold rainy days) and it is comfortable. I think we never purchased one before for fear of the bathroom becoming the reading room for the house. I'm not reading for hours on the commode yet - but I am comfortable and able to stand after I am done. 

The bigger news (and trust me: this felt huge, the "stop the presses" kind of news) was that I took a shower and washed my hair. 

My hair, as I have mentioned, is very thick, and tends to have a mind of its own. Washing it is a big job when it is long, one that I tend to do about once a week or so. But just the thought of making the attempt has been daunting. Standing for the amount of time it takes to do it, plus the endless turning around.

It is the turning that made me realize I could fix this. In our clawfoot bathtub, there are two racks which hold the various bathing supplies, as well as a lip where the shampoo bottles stand, leaning up against the wainscotting. Taking a shower and washing my hair involves endless turning to get one supply or another, bending over to put them back, turning to find another, etc. 

So I re engineered the hair washing experience. I took a rack and put it at the head of the tub, directly behind the faucets. Everything fits on the rack, which is also out of the way of moving around. I could take a shower and wash my hair with a minimum of turning, and the whole process seemed it would be exponentially easier.

And that is what happened: Friday morning I took a delightfully hot shower, soaping my hair and using conditioner, letting the hot water run down my back, getting myself truly clean. 

I know younger blog readers will not really get this, but my geezer friends will certainly understand. As we age, we start to feel like we are being stalked - various aches and pains struggle to bring us down, and we start to worry about things like falling in the shower. The nervousness I was feeling in making the attempt made me think of Janet Leigh. 


I guess an analogy could be made that having Stage Four cancer feels a lot like being in al Alfred Hitchcock film. But I am NOT Janet Leigh, or Tippi Hedren, and I'm not going to just wait for Norman to part the curtains. I'm still working on how to deal with this whole situation, but I feel like I am still pushing, still running, still climbing down the face of Mt. Rushmore. I fully expect to end up in that upper berth with my own version of Cary Grant, leaving this nasty country far behind.  Thanks for coming along for the ride.

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  1. Well, that’s the first time I’ve been compared to Cary Grant. Flattery will get you a fresh bar of soap!

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    1. I think of you more as a George Harrison type... Which is no slouch....

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  2. Looks like you are on the up and up. Good. Ten years after Psycho I was a neighbor of the killer (he never visited me in the shower). Tony Perkins lived at 467 W 21st St NYC and I at d 469 W21st st. next door. Strange there is a plaque on his house today, but none on my house. I wonder? Yes, they don't know.

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  3. Ah, the joys of a warm shower is good for the skin and the soul! Love you both!

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  4. Good job on the padded toilet seat; beats faux-tuchus underwear from Fredericks of Hollywood...or does it?
    Maybe while showering, also keep the bathroom window closed - lest The Birds pay a visit! (Careful with the Vertigo, too).
    Thrilled that you're up and moving, thinking and dreaming while awake, and writing (love!). May with each day you feel stronger and better than the one before.
    I love you (both) madly, like a loon. xoxox

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    2. sHAsHA don't you mean he should keep his "Rear Window" closed? He is Notorious for his rear window. Hmmm let's see, what else? Was there maybe a woman named Rebecca in there with him? Highly doubtful. That lady vanishes. Sorry I'm in a Spellbound Frenzy. Somebody should dial M and murder me.

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  5. I bet that shower felt good. My Aunt Elssi always had a padded toilet seat. Thanks for the memories! xoxoxo

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  6. Oh, Dmitri!
    Either I'm experiencing sympathy chemo, or showering is getting to be an Olympic sport at our age. I'm wiped out from trying to reach everywhere from the spider veins in my feet to the thinning "yarmulke" circle on my head. (say it: Gee Mr. Feder, you sound like a real attractive guy). I'm thinking about putting a lazy susan in my bathtub so I can stand on it and revolve to pick up all my supplies.
    Enjoy that zestfully clean feeling, honey, and keep feeling better!! xoxoxo

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  7. Okay - so the fact that your posts are so incredibly entertaining while you're in the middle of what you are in the middle of, is pretty damned astonishing. And, this blog definitely does have the feel of sending missives from another land. Which, it kind of is. Your 'chemo brain' experiences are remarkable and I'm glad you're finding them somewhere between fascinating, hilarious and a Hitchcock film. I hope they lean toward the first two. Delighted that it seems that the treatments are helping, even if only in small or subtle ways. Sending big love at you!

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