Pilgrim’s Inn, Elizabeth Goudge This was the second Elizabeth Goudge novel that I’ve read. Unfortunately, I was a little disappointed. Others consider it their favorite novel by her.
Perhaps the difference is that the book was too mystical for me. I don’t care for fantasy and a little whimsy goes a long way for me.
The basic story line was intriguing: a family exhausted after World War II purchases a very old inn. As they settle in, they begin to discover it’s history, as well as aspects of their own character.
I enjoyed the “Scent of Water” much more. Next, I think I’ll try “Green Dolphin Street”.
The Best Old Movies for Families-A guide to Watching Together, Ty Burr
Being a classic movie fan, I ordered this one from Amazon after seeing that all 15 reviews gave it 5 stars. What a great idea! A cohesive plan for introducing classic movies to children!
Then I read it.
My objection to the book is based on a whole lot more than simply what I disliked about it: his fawning idolatry of Katherine Hepburn and Marilyn Monroe, his preference for the MGM musicals, inclusion of several movies and omission of some of my favorites . And his worldview. I can overlook all of that because I expect that a book written by a critic will include all of those things. I expect it and mostly ignore it.
What I can’t ignore is his profaning the name of Jesus. It is offensive to those of us who are called by His name, i.e. Christians.
And what’s more, the book is really not necessary. I’ve seen about 75% of his recommended titles. Part of the remaining titles are ones that I don’t want to watch (such as Nosferatu the Vampire).
There are plenty of other books available that discuss classic films without all the politics, profanity and smugness.
It took almost a month, but the pathology report is back.
The mass which was removed (as well as the whole lower lobe of my left lung), was an ephithelioid leiomyosarcoma. It’s a rare condition which usually starts somewhere else.
So now tests will be made to determine if it began in my lung or elsewhere and if it has spread.
Today a PET scan.
M.D. Anderson in about a month.
Recovery from the surgery has been so slow it’s difficult to notice improvement, unless I compare myself to the dark days in the hospital. I can now walk unassisted and am much more awake and aware. The nausea is mostly gone. My appetite has improved a little.
Until all this happened, I had what I like to call a “very healthy appetite”. But the anesthetics, or something, caused my taste buds to go haywire and almost nothing tastes right.
This has been a rough way to lose 25 pounds.
Last Thursday I was released from the hospital (for the second time). Finally. Thankfully.
Some people have aversions to hospitals and I was never one of them. Until now. Baylor Grapevine is a nice hospital, and 99% of the employees were in the wonderful category. But after 3 weeks, well… I just wanted to go home.
Still recuperating. Last night I was so discouraged from feeling sick all the time (side effects of the medicine) that I decided maybe it was time to quit taking the pain killers.
12 hours was about all I could handle, so I’m back to the non-narcotic one. Hopefully I can quit it soon.
No word on the biopsy. My husband thinks the researchers must be using it on their doctoral theses.
Sometimes I have to have a talk with myself about the misery. I think about people who suffered with sickness in Stalin’s prisons, Hitler’s concentration camps, G.I.’s and Filipinos on Bataan in World War II, as well as modern martyrs, who had no relief, no comfort.
So, in perspective, I’ve had it not so bad.
I’m writing this from the I.C.U. because there is a shortage of available rooms on the floor and I’m on the waiting list.
On Feb. 25, the lower lobe of my left lung was removed because of a 4cm mass. A sample of that is being tested at a couple of Mayo clinic facilities. They still don’t know what it was.
The first week of recovery was pretty rough and is kind of a blur now. The pain was mostly controllable, but the worst part was getting over the anesthetics and then the narcotics I was taking for pain. Delicate balance there between enduring pain levels and how sick the drugs make me.
I don’t think I’m wording this all that well, but please understand that this is the very first day I’m even able to do this much.
After 12 days in the hospital, I went home and the home health nurses were coming to help. 3 days later I had to go back to the emergency room because of excessive bleeding from one of the chest tube incisions. I thought they would just stitch me up and send me back home. Instead I was readmitted and Sunday morning another drain tube was inserted. This time on the front of my chest – this is a better place for it. The first time I had two tubes inserted in my back. Hard to get comfortable that way.
So, I’m guessing that I’ll get to return home in a couple of days.
God bless my husband who has gone way beyond the basics in taking care of me.
Thank you, Jesus, for holding my hand.