I’d heard my urologist was a fellow bee keeper, and that he’d lost all of his bees this past winter, so when I went to see him yesterday for my annual visit, that’s the first thing I asked him about.
“I heard you lost your bees?”
He said this was his 4th season as a bee keeper.
He told me he bottled 185 honey bear last year.
He asked me how mine did?
“They came through great!” I told him.
I struggled to find the words….I’d never seen anything like it, this thick mass of bees, just milling around in the middle of February. (On a rare 50 degree day in February, I had opened the hive to slip in some extra winter pollen patties.) I told him, on a hunch, I’d put a couple of extra inches of Styrofoam on 3 sides of the hive when it got really cold, and since it was their first season, I decided not to take any honey. I suggest to him that doing those two things, plus the mite control in the fall all contributed to their surviving. Who knows. It sounded good. 😉
Then we moved onto the reason for my visit.
My psa number had dropped again for the 4th time in a row. (Happy dance.) The psa number is a reference point urologists use as an indicator for possible prostate cancer. It is not an exact science. You can have a low psa number and still have cancer, or as in my case, a high number and no cancer present. Mine was off the chart 2 winters ago (26) which resulted in a biopsy where they put me under. (They took 40 some core samples.) Six months later my psa dropped to 17, then 11.5 and yesterday 10.
As I was leaving his office my doctor came around the corner with a honey bear. He said he had just two left…
Made me feel special. 🙂
Since I still had a good hour before I was supposed to be on the job, (we’re repairing a deck,) I called my sister just to see how her weekend went with my parents? Sister mentioned she was down at her store, and since I was in the area, wondered if I had time for a cup of coffee….?
When I got to the store, there was nobody there except her, so we sat in her front window over looking main street. Just my sister and I. First, we caught up on her weekend, then we started talking about childhood memories growing up…..the good and the not so good. We also talked about various “what if” scenarios, as my parents age. Not saying this is how things will ultimately shake out, but how much better to have these conversations, before. Ended up having a 40 minute therapy session, right there in the front store window over looking main street.
It was awesome.
I texted her last night to tell her again, how much I enjoyed our visit. She texted me back, said she felt the same way.
One of my life goals is to age gracefully.
I’ve known both types , so I know what it looks like.
Absolutely, there needs to be a place where I can process the loss of my youth, and it will probably be right here on a personal blog post, just so you know. 🙂
Got time for one last story?
Last Tuesday I was invited to take one of my chickens to school. Grandson was studying farm animals, and his mom asked if I would be willing to come to school with a chicken?
“Absolutely” I said.
As I thought about what sort of things Kindergarten kids would get a kick out of, I decided to tell a couple of stories, then let them pet the chicken.
I told them about how my last batch of chickens and their love for cat food…Told them how when I let them out in the morning to free range, the first thing they did, was run around the back of our house, into the entry and clean out the cat food bowl.
First thing/ every morning.
Then, at some point they discovered our neighbor, an 1/8 of a mile west of us, also had cat food in a bowl, so that’s where they would head next. (It wasn’t long after that, that I sent them packing.)
So as I was wrapping up my visit, I asked the kids that age old question, “So, why do you think, the chicken cross the road?”
One little girl said, “Because they were going to the neighbors to eat cat food.”
Now you know.
Henny Penny and I visiting school
Well, I better to get to work. DM