Aranesp

Took my father to an appointment at his hematologist's office for an Aranesp shot, then back home. He has to have those shots regularly because of a disorder that runs randomly in my family which causes the body to produce too few red blood cells, among other nasty things. Later in the afternoon, I had to go to GSP airport to pick up my brother, who was coming for the weekend.

Neither my father nor my brother believed me when I said that the hospital instructed us to wait a few days before calling the surgeon to make an appointment. Both of them insisted that I misinterpreted the instructions and insisted that a phone call be placed the following day. As usual, I agreed to do it with little argument (which would have been futile, had I offered one). After all, I am apparently just a stupid girl who gets everything wrong and the men in the family are always right. Whatever...

During the past month or so, I have spent more time in-person with my brother than I have in over 30 years. Sure, we have stayed in-touch over the years, but our lives, families, and physical distance between us have allowed only the shortest of visits together.  Even though it has been so long, we still "click" pretty well, as much as the average brother and sister "click" together, I suppose. On Sunday afternoon, I had to drive my brother back to GSP airport so he could catch a return flight home. Wow... his only two days off this week during a busy-as-heck month at work and he spent all of it helping Mom and Dad. Despite his puzzlingly nebulous view of my credibility in relating things I have been told, I have to admit he is still a helluva guy for everything he is accomplishing in his own life as well as what he is doing for our parents. I am proud to be his sister.



© 2008 Sapphire Words @ Blogspot.com