Buying in Bulk

"After all, the chief business of the American people is business."
--Calvin Coolidge, Address before the American Society of Newspaper Editors, Washington, D.C., Jan. 17, 1925

When the doctors start telling you your time is growing short, and there's really not much they can do (as will happen after my latest scans/pictures today) you have about 4 options :

1. Piss and moan about how unfair life is.

2. Sit and around the house and cry and feel sorry for yourself.

3. Read the Bible, try to contemplate life, while spending time outside.

4. "Rage, rage against the dying of the light."

Most of us do some combination of the above. I was never very good at #1, spent most of least week doing #2. That leaves #3 and #4. I'm going to start using some self discipline and starting on #3 in a more serious fashion this next week. That leaves #4. Now there's only so many time you can read a poem so you kind of have to think metaphorically here.

One of my protests against this whole dying thing has been shopping. Nothing extravagant mind you , but grocery shopping for example. We always bought the bag with 50 coffee filters for about 68 cents. I am the only one who drinks coffee in my house, so it makes sense. A few weeks ago, I dropped a whole $1.79 on 200 filters as my little protest against cancer. I've used about 75 so far, so this huge investment may pay off yet :-). I bought a huge (3lb.?) coffee can of Folgers because it was on sale for $4.99. Melissa was mad about it because the can takes up so much cupboard space, but I drank it all. Working on a small bag of Starbucks now.

I bought 10 cans of Chunky (both Campbell's and the HyVee (store) brand) and Healthy Choice soups for $0.75 from the scratch n' dent carts they put at the front of the store. I know it's almost summer, but I intend to eat them all.

I always check out what's in the clearance aisle at Target. I am Bargain Betty and I'm not changing, cancer be damned.

The visits to the oncologists this morning went as I envisioned. There's really nothing else they can for me at this point, my lungs sound pretty good, the cognitive and physical declines are not very steep at this point, and I'm in as good as shape as someone with terminal cancer can be.

On a lighter note, the first two of the ducklings whose mother set up shop in our yard hatched yesterday. The first one with any yellow color is going to be named after Steve Bowman.