Further Up Our Road

 We heard that things were worse further up our road, so we went for a look - see.

This car went into a wash out.

At first we didn't go past that far barrier,

but someone told us we really needed to see it for ourselves.

It had been on the news, which we missed,

but that was not at all like being there.

So we ventured on up the road.

The road came to an end,

just dropped off.

I am glad we were driving very s-l-o-w-l-y.

In the picture you don't get the true sense of how the road drops off.

It is quite a long way down.

The road is broken off way above the water.

At the middle top of the picture you can see the culvert which used to go under

the road, and the stream flowed through it.

Our Road to the Farm

These are photos of our road to the farm as things were when we drove out on Monday.

The bridge was out here and a Bailey bridge was being installed.

Bailey bridges were used by the military in war times, and can be installed quickly.

At the time of this pic, the people who lived to the left of the bridge were

cut off from this road, and had to travel quite a ways to get to this road.

We knew we could get to our farm,

even though the sign says the road is closed,

because we had talked with two neighbors who live on our road.

Our wheel barrow is full of water from the huge rain.

Everything is OK here!

Thank you, LORD!

MY DIDN'T IT RAIN!

OUR ROAD TO THE FARM! CHECK IT OUT.  (Put your cursor on those words.  Sorry, Blogger is not cooperating.)
Our neighbor says the road is open now.  This happened on Wednesday.  The road was open by Saturday.  We have not been there yet.  We decided it was not wise to try it in the dark, so we are going tomorrow.

PROGRESS REPORT

Almost a week ago, Charlie Browne called to remind me that I have not blogged for 2 1/2 months, and what in the world was going on up here?  Well lots!  However the energy level does not always keep pace with the activities.  I am MUCH, MUCH, MUCH, MUCH better.  I do very well with the normal things, but extra things...not so well.  I have to concentrate on what I have accomplished, not on what I need or want to accomplish.  My finger nails are no longer discolored and they do not have a bump for each treatment.  My hair has grown in CURLY.  Yes, there are pictures, but I am not sure I can show them now. (The energy level, you know.)  My last chemo treatment was at the end of January.  I have had two infusions since, with four more to follow about every six months.  They are not bad, and don't take more than 1/2 hour once you get in and hooked up.  Last time it took three pokes before they got a vein.  That is why I am so thankful that I had a PICC line during chemo.  They just screwed into it each time. I really don't know if the infusions are bothering me.  The chemo can stay in your body for up to a year.  Obviously I am still having side effects from them.

I am once again in charge of the kitchen.  My caregiver really went out of his comfort zone to care for me.  I am EXTREMELY thankful.  One good, continuing result is that he is more aware of what goes into kitchen work, and he is much more helpful in that area than he was before this episode.  The house...I'm not real concerned about a little mess right now.  Also keeping up two houses is a bit daunting under normal circumstances.  The french doors at the farm keep asking to be cleaned.  So far I have not answered the call.  If you pop in, just be forewarned.

We have a few events coming up which I will not attend.  Later this month Paul is speaking at a Pastors and Wives meeting two hours away from here.  I am not going.  Traveling to and fro, having a meal, going to meetings and visiting is more than I can manage.  I need to be able to stop doing whatever I am doing, when it is necessary.  I will also miss the Prince Edward Island Bible Conference for the same reason.  Most likely I will be curled up with a book on those days.  Most days I am happy if I accomplish one thing plus the regular meals, etc.

Another good thing that may, or may not, be associated with the treatments, is normally my heels are dry and even crack.  Now they are nice and soft.  Not that I would go through chemo just for that result!  I am THANKFUL, THANKFUL for God's goodness to me!  O GIVE THANKS UNTO THE LORD, FOR HE IS GOOD!