The Beginning...

Yesterday we get a phone call saying our 3:00 flight from Denver to San Fran had been cancelled. Yay. We were given confirmed seats on a flight out at 7:30 pm, arriving in San Fran at 9:30 or so. We decided to fly out of Riverton at 12 noon anyway and hang out in Denver, hoping for standby seats on an earlier flight. We wander through Denver slowly, knowing the next flight isn't until after 3, but when we arrive at the gate, we see them boarding a flight leaving at 2:20. Andy gets in line to ask for standby seats, the lady - when he finally reaches her - tells him there's FORTY people on the standby list ahead of him and not to get his hopes up, then announces overhead, "people! If you're waiting in line for standby seats, I have 40 people ahead of you. It's unlikely you'll have a chance."

Hmm. So we watch them board the flight, deciding to hang out until the last second just in case. They called a family of 4 from the standby list and we watched them board. Then all of a sudden we hear, "SNELLING, party of 2, Snelling, party of 2". And we look at each in other in complete disbelief. The guy taking boarding passes just looks at us, says, 'hurry up, we'll close the door behind you! And what was your name again?" He never even took our boarding passes, slammed the door behind us. They tell us to find the last 2 empty seats. Mine was in first class (I'd recommend that to everyone. *smile*) and Andy had an exit row seat with a bit more room than usual. Not sitting together obviously, but ending up in San Fran even earlier than we would have if we'd stayed on our scheduled flight.

After an amazing ride in a shuttle throughout downtown San Fran while he drops off passengers at other hotels, we arrive at The Laurel Inn: Here's another shot out our window. The electric buses go by constantly...

And does anyone know what this interesting tree is?

Of course our luggage is nowhere to be found. Literally. Even United's baggage track doesn't know. So thank goodness I packed key items in our carry-on bags. =)

Today at 2:15 I meet with the doc, so I'll post more about that after it happens.

Life Lately

Yesterday the lab called and said my CA-125 never did make it to the place where they run the test, so I need to have it re-drawn. Good thing I'm not too worked up about that number, eh? =)

I'm doing better this time around after chemo. I was determined to do virtually nothing for a few days afterward, as I mentioned earlier, and I think it's working. I'm still a bit slow (hmmm, that doesn't sound too flattering, but ah well), but I'm walking outside some already and last time I didn't want to MOVE for 2 solid weeks.

There's also something I want to make sure everyone knows. When I say I'm feeling puny, that's all I mean. I am SO lucky, because I don't get sick, I don't throw up, I don't have headaches, I don't have bone aches, I don't (so far) get the side effects most common with Doxil. All I feel is weak and tired. My heart rate gets out of control, so the least exertion is overwhelming, but if I SIT, well - all is good. =)

Man I hate reading "I" or "me" more than twice in this blog. I shall turn the focus away now, thank goodness.
Here's Tiffany with her dog who loves to ride piggy-back. Can you see how she's smiling? (The dog, I mean.)

And here's a couple from our last wagon-ride. Sure does make you realize how fast our lives have gotten - - It took us an hour to go just a few miles, but it was such a nice, quiet, pleasant hour. Can anyone else come visit soon??

And RAIN!!!!!!!! We got some rain! Real, down-poury, soaking rain! And I could thoroughly enjoy it because Dad didn't have hay down and it was just what he needed for his second cutting. Here we're saving it in buckets for all our plants as our well-water isn't the best:

Breaking the Funny Bone

Well this has nothing to do with health or cancer, but is certainly good for some laughs and is a lot more fun than discussions of either one of those, anyway.

So... during the Ranch Rodeo at our County Fair last night, this fine fellow decided to ride his bronc wearing a green wig, a stuffed bikini top and NO shirt, along with a pillow stuffed with feathers behind his saddle. They tore open the pillow so feathers flew everywhere during the ride, as you can imagine, and he was carrying a real-live cap gun which he used indiscriminately in an apparent attempt to put out the stars. It was all wild and crazy action, so the photo is a bit blurred and doesn't do justice at all to the flying feathers and the crazy grin on his face, but should still give you an idea.
Dave was watching and he agrees with us, Monte, you and Jeff oughta try THIS if you need a point increase next time you ride the broncs.
In case you're wondering, yes he won. Blew all the competition away, actually, even though he'd drawn nearly the poorest bucking horse we saw that night. Proves it's all in the show, I guess... =)