The order of the day
I’m sitting in the chemo room at my non-regular chemo office. One of my nurses from my regular office is “subbing” here today, and I’m telling everyone I’m VIP and I travel with my own nurse. (I really, really love my medical team.) It’s making them laugh. Laughter is a good thing with which to travel.
This morning Dr. Wonderful sent me next door for a quick MRI of my brain after I told him I have had two migraines this month (I had many migraines through my 20s, but not many in my 30s, especially the last few years.) The MRI showed that my brain is completely clear of any suspicious activity, so that is a nice layer of peace-of-mind. I love those super short “everything looks good” medically boring reports. I appreciate Dr. Wonderful’s attention to detail and the effort he personally makes to get as much information as possible to navigate the best treatment plan.
Currently my pre-meds are dripping in and I’ll start the new chemo as soon as those finish. Each time I start a new drug I pray for God to bless it: for it to kill the cancer effectively and efficiently. I’m also staying on Herceptin; I will get that every week also.
This office doesn’t keep their blanket warmers very hot, but the recliners themselves have heated seats, so it’s definitely cozy. The warm blankets are most definitely one of the big cancer perks. That and the machine that makes the good crunchy ice.
Thanks for all the encouraging messages I’ve gotten over the past twenty-four hours; I really appreciate all the well wishes, prayers and love. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: since my people are my world, the world is a beautiful place from where I sit.
Today is a great day in Greta’s world because it’s chicken nugget Tuesday in the cafeteria AND she doesn’t know it but her glass-blowing aunt is surprising her at school to have lunch with her. Greta is a big fan of chicken nuggets and her aunts. I got a e-reminder to put more money in Greta’s school account so I logged in from the chemo chair (with, you know, an hour to spare before she tries to charge her lunch) to get that done, and I saw that each time she buys her lunch she is getting a cookie, a donut, some gummies, or another treat. What a stinker! She seems to be working her way through the choices despite knowing she is not supposed to buy ‘extras’. Hmmmm. I’m going to have to have a talk with that girl when she gets home.
Maren, on the other hand, has bought lunch at school maybe four times since kindergarten? Not often — she’s a dedicated packer. And she has never (ever) purchased a treat from the junk section of the cafeteria. She’s also getting a surprise visit from her aunt at school today, so she will me a mini-celebrity in the cafeteria. All of Maren’s friends know about Happy Thought Bubbles and several have them hanging in their rooms. It’s always fun to eat with the girls at their school; I love that it’s an option at both their schools. They love showing me around and I love seeing their world through their eyes.
Chemo, lunches, prayer. It’s all routines and habits and we’re back in it. I’m on the hunt for a yoga class for Greta that works with school hours (she keeps begging!). I’m making notes to think about upcoming Spring Break and make some plans — it’s so good for my mental game to have fun on the calendar. I am looking at new sandals that won’t hurt my feet, probably Chaco’s, — a selfish splurge — so that I can take long walks (and then maybe start running again?) this spring/summer. Being fully present and being hopeful and optimistic about the future… that is the order of the day.