Stem Cell Treatment

Life has been hectic, until this morning, when everything narrowed down to Bluetail Medical Group, where we arrived on time for my 7 AM procedure.

Yesterday, though, I had the camera with me when I called the horses in for dinner a bit early. They were ready, and came galloping up.

We went to a celebration of life for our friend, Bill Lacey. Harry worked with him long ago, at Purina (“selling dog food”, as Bill described it). Bill and Diane welcomed me as a friend when I came into the picture, and we will miss Bill, one of the nicest, kindest people in our life. His greatest love was Diane, and he also loved his family, and animals. It was astonishing to see how many people came to celebrate Bill’s life. The many family members gave moving tributes to their husband, father, and grandfather. There was a slide show and music that reduced me to tears, of course. Bill was elegant and understated in the way he lived his life and will be long remembered for simply being a good man, which is a rare and precious quality. His impact was evident in his sendoff. Godspeed, Bill.

Harry and Weedy settled me in at Bluetail (well, Weedy waited in the car), and I endured the procedure with the assistance of 10 mg. of Valium. Not much fun having the stem cells removed from the pelvis, but there is local anesthesia, and then, once things are spun down and reintroduced to the problem areas (my right knee and right shoulder), it is interesting to watch the ultrasound as the stem cells are injected.

Since I didn’t sleep much last night, I more than made up for it today, with a pain pill that helped me snooze the day away. My butt feels like I got slightly kicked by a horse, my knee feels fine, and my shoulder is a bit miserable, but soon I will be youthful again. Ha!

The birds are always a wonderful entertainment. I saw a mockingbird today, and I heard a pileated woodpecker, but I was in bed, so missed that. I am greatly relieved that I can still take pictures!

Marmalade stopped by to see how I was feeling.

Roscoe has his F.N. (Feline Nurse) degree, attained through much practice. He and Weedy joined us on the sofa to watch the news. Weedy aspires to achieve a C.N., but Roscoe warns him it is not as prestigious as an F.N…

Be safe, be well. Slava Ukraini! Peace.

6 thoughts on “Stem Cell Treatment”

  1. Another good man gone, so sorry. Dear Anne be well soon. I know you have the best of care. Of course Weedy deserves C.N. status. It’s prestigious from a dogs point of view I’m sure.
    Slava Ukraini. Peace.

  2. Egads! Stem cell treatment sounds awful, except for the naps, of course. I hope it works for you, it worked on Robbie.

  3. Glad to see you have your nursing staff organized. I hope the treatment will kick in quickly to relieve your pain. Isn’t it amazing what can be done? I am so sorry about your friend.

  4. Hope you feel better soon! I know it i s hard hope the pain goes away soon. I love all the animal pictures.

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