If you get tired of reading these, dear friends, just skip over most of them. If something major happens like, “I’m sorry, ma’am, treatment isn’t working. You may as well go home and die in peace” or ” Wow! Not sure what happened but your cancer is GONE. it miraculously disappeared and you can go home and live happily ever after” I’ll let you know in the first sentence. Otherwise, count on me rambling, thinking out loud, complaining, laughing, crying or whatever.
So today was quiet. We did NOT go shopping. It is NOT a Ginley tradition to shop the day after Thanksgiving. Instead (now this is thrilling) we went to Anderson to get the dressing changed on my PICC. Quiet day over there…only essential services open. We had to wait…skeleton staff…but it got done and now we won’t waste tomorrow, which is supposed to be a magnificent day, sitting around the clinic.
I did some research on the port that is being inserted on Friday. In the long run, it will be so much easier to live with than my PICC but in the short run, yuk…NO immersing in water for four weeks (What??? I thought I was going to be in the pool in Florida EVERY day while I was home.) No hands above head for several weeks (Yoga stretching???) No heavy lifting. So Jerry is stuck with the carry-ons for our trip. He just shrugs and says, “Whatever.” He always does the carry-ons when we’re together. He’s afraid I’ll hit someone heaving the suitcase up into the overhead bin. I did pout about the pool and Anne’s hot tub (I can’t go in during radiation but I thought I’d be able to soak until the first of the year) but I’ll get over it. Small price to pay for a new lease on life, huh? And all my friends and family up north…I know you’re thinking, “Big deal…we NEVER get in the pool during the winter.”
On the flip side, I talked to Rosanna today (for you Florida friends, Rosanna is a good friend from school in Massachusetts). She and her husband, Terry, are in Houston right now helping out at her daughter’s house. They just had their fourth little girl…Clare…a miracle child with heart issues that were discovered long before she was born. Clare is home and doing beautifully. And we’re going to see her next week. Somehow, Clare (which means light, I might add) has been like a candle in the darkness for me since she arrived last week. I cannot wait to see this little miracle baby who is beating the odds because of the faith of so many people and the wonders of modern medicine.
Major goals for tomorrow…Apple class in the morning and get the car washed. It looks disgusting.