To be or not to be, that is the (garden) question. I may or may not have a garden this year.
About a week ago, I woke up and my right hand wouldn't work. My fingers were stiff and wouldn't bend, my wrist would just flop from side to side, and my arm had no strength. I can't hold an eating utensil, or slice off a piece of bread, sign my name or type. I can touch my index finger to my thumb, but that's about it. I've pretty well adjusted to eating and using the computer mouse with my left hand, but I'm still painstakingly typing this by hunt-and-peck, left handed, one letter at a time. I'm quite sure it's a pinched or inflamed nerve from an old and painful shoulder injury. So....why haven't I seen the doctor? Well, it happened just a couple of days before I was scheduled for a colonoscopy. Any of you who have had to prep for this procedure will understand why I didn't rush right in to have the hand taken care of. Unfortunately, the colonoscopy and a blood draw for cea levels indicated a recurrence of cancer, so now a visit to an oncologist is of more importance than a trip to a neurologist.
Mr. Granny knows how I love my garden, and he has vowed to help me as much as he can. I don't know if I should buy seed potatoes, or start the peppers, tomatoes and garden flowers. I'm just wondering, at this point, if just an exercise in futility.