My Jamaican Good Samaritans

I had an interesting day.

I went to see my friend Punam and the little red car battery light (which was lighting on and off for a couple of weeks every time I went over a bump) glowed an angry red. Made it to her house, but was a bit worried it may not start when I went home. Phoned my mechanic who said I needed to get the car in soon because the alternator wasn’t working properly and the battery was draining. Told him I was coming soon. Went for lunch. Started the car. Everything was good.

Everything was good until I got on Highway 401 at Bayview…that’s when the car radio went dead. “Oh crap”, I thought…Now what am I going to do? Every single light on my dashboard was aglow and I couldn’t even listen to a good tune on the radio!  The car was still was running as I was coasting down the highway on the hill. I looked into the horizon and realized that there was no where really safe to stop from Leslie to Victoria Park. I REALLY wanted to get all the way to Kennedy Road because I figured at least I would be really close to Roadsport Honda. However, I was kind of thinking the steering wheel was getting a bit tight and I wouldn’t make it. “Play it safe”, I thought. “Get off the highway.” I put on the emergency flashers and made my way on the off-ramp at Leslie, only to find two other stranded motorists in a white van at the side of the road with their hood up. Remembering my experience in New Brunswick with the cop/gun at the side of the road, I figured this was as good a spot as ever (I promise I will blog that one soon…it’s a hilarious story).  I thought, “Maybe on of the guys at the side of the road has a cell phone. I sure don’t. Yes Yes, I know, I know, I know.”

So I get out of my car as other cars are dashing by while the two Jamaican guys are looking at me wondering what the heck I was doing. “My car just died”, I told one guy. “Do you happen to have a phone so I can phone CAA?” “Sure”, he said, “But the battery on my phone is dying”. So I phoned CAA TWICE only to get some pre-recorded message. “Great”, I thought, “How am I suppose to relay the message that I’m stuck her waiting for a tow truck when no one is at the other end picking up the phone; meanwhile this guy’s phone is dying as we speak. Can’t exactly leave a message and say, “Hey call me back”.  There is no phone! I looked around. There is nothing but grass around me. No Bell phone. No gas station.  Nothing.  Absolutely nothing. I’m sure not getting out of here in a hurry and I don’t think I’m going to be home when the kids get there either.

A minute later, the Jamaican guy’s tow truck arrived. “Do ya think you could call another one for me” I questioned the driver. “You need a tow?” he answered. “Oh yeah, do I ever!” I answered, “This thing is not going anywhere”. “I’ll do it”, he said. “Whhaaat?” “No I can’t do that. I can’t steal this other man’s tow truck,” I told him.” “Oh don’t worry about him”, he said. “That’s my friend”. I went and spoke to the friend because I felt really bad about leaving him at the side of the road longer, and he said “Don’t be silly, Ladies first”. He barely had any teeth. God Bless that skinny Jamaican toothless man.

I had to quickly get my car to the mechanic or I was really going to be toast this long week-end with no car. Once I got to my mechanic, I phoned CAA again. I told them I tried phoning them but no one answered and I was stuck in a precarious spot off the side of the highway. She told me to send my $140 receipt to their reimbursement office with a letter and they would pay me back.  That made me feel a whole lot better.  Got my car “fixed”…well sort of.  I got a knock off version of an alternator  (refurbished) and the red light was still blinking on and off on the way home.  Figured the radio was still on so I was good.  Maybe just a glitch.  Yeah, right.  Oh well, I have 3 more free tows left for this year because I got the PLUS membership.  Hopefully my car will behave itself until I go back next week to have it checked out.  I know it’s time to buy a new car, but I really don’t want to pay for one right now!


All is good. Well, sort of. I was just checking my emails at the mechanics and my LTD Oncology nurse emailed me back when I told her about my heart problem (she gives me the heads up as to what my oncologist will say to me before my appointments).  Sounds like they may be looking at putting me on an “old” chemo intravenous drug from Milan called Bonadonna CMF from the 1970’s. But I’m not suppose to worry because not all my hair is going to fall out….just thinned. Really?  Really?  I don’t think so.  The thought of being hooked up to an I.V. for more chemo with a pic line (and purple hives) and a cow glove to shower with is not quite something I’m prepared to do right now.  Noooooo thank you!!!!!

Will deal with that email later….I think my car is ready!

And a special thank you to my tow truck driver Roy (from Bill and Sons Towing) and his good samaritan friends…you really made my day!



The Never Ending Roller Cancer Coaster Ride

Just when things are looking up after “my cancer in the neck” scare, I went to see my heart doctor for an appointment yesterday… only to discover that my heart is not doing so hot. Re-emergence of heart failure again (2% chance of that happening, but since it already happened before, I’m a prime candidate). He’s not liking what he saw on my echocardiogram and is going to send me for a Cardiac MRI in about 1 1/2 months time (the waiting list is that long) to see what kind of damage the chemo has done to my heart. In the meantime, he wants me to get on another heart medication (ACE inhibitor) on top of the Bisopherol I’m currently taking, which I don’t really want to do. I told him I was going to try to improve it with exercise, although he “Strongly Advised” that I take the new med.  I think he thinks I’m going to have a heart attack.

I kind of knew something was going on with my heart because I can feel it flutter now every morning when I wake up and it seems to run like crazy at times. One night last week I kept waking up because it was beating so fast. He told me to get into Emergency if that happens again. Today I was VERY aware of every nuance of my heart which made me even more anxious.

Sometimes I wonder if the stress of all these doctors telling me what’s wrong with me will kill me first!



Frick and Frack are adjusting well to their new school.  Frick made it to the Soccer Team and is thrilled and Frack is content and, according to his teacher, is thriving at school.


I’m in the process of making a short 3 minute movie/digital storytelling at Gilda’s Club.  It might be ready by next week if I can get it done on Tuesday….I post it on my blog soon if you want to see it.

They might put it on Gilda’s Club Web-site too (if I give them permission)….we shall see.