It's a slippery animal....

So, my technology fast this week didn't go as well as I had hoped.  The fact is it is everywhere.  When I declared that the stove was technology and that I'd have to eat dinner out all week, Kent retored with: we have a fire pit out back. 

I was looking to reheat soup.

So, I found that I do far too much communicating with technology.  I actually broke down, bought a card and mailed it.  Even that is technology--the postal system.

I missed a ton of messages this week and even had a little bit of a slap on facebook regarding my facebook break.  A friend said that he thought I was off the grid for a week, which was followed by another person with a "I gave her 3 days."

Do you people really think I have that little self control?

I got back on facebook this week to answer messages about Thanksgiving weekend.  We were hosting a ton of young adults, they were making plans and I wasn't answering my messages. 

Which lead to a miscommunication this weekend with our visitors.  I won't be doing that again -- Our visitors are coming, just a day later than they expected.  D'oh.

I had an appointment with my medical oncologist.  I was super thankful that Kent was there to make straight the beating around the bush the Dr was giving me. 

The only thing beating around the bush accomplishes is squished berries.

So, after showing me his huge bruise that he got cycling the Myra Canyon....he told me that the chances of the cancer coming back are very slim but (to quote him) "its a slippery animal this cancer thing."  I was hungry at the time, all I could think of was a greased pig, which lead me to bacon.....

I am not sure what he was getting at, all I know is it was a quote I will never forget.  Ever. 

Next up--I have an appointment with the radiation oncologist -- she doesn't talk about slippery animals, or show me massive bruises she has--so I am hoping for a more direct answer to my questions.