I hope you read that title with your best British accent! But now I feel the need to research if Herman's Hermits were a "one hit wonder" band. My good friend John Ross would know without having to hit a keystroke.
Buuuut....this post has nothing to do with Henry the 8th. But everything to do with repetitious days and weeks in treatment for the b*$*h cancer.Today was my 4th treatment. If you are keeping track (and I am) this means I have 2 more of these to go. Given the history of the first 3 I can almost map out how this is going to go with a few changes. But let us talk about today.
First, my appointment today was at 10:45 am....that is a late appointment in my eyes. We did the usual labs (thank you Darling Daughter for urging the "port"). Then I had a consult with my oncologist where I ask my questions about the things they found in the CT scan I had last Friday. He was pretty unconcerned as he said those things can happen and that is why he likes to take a "look see" every now and then. He put me on a blood thinner for the small clot in my lung and said the nodule in my upper abdomen was a lymph node and that those can change in size and appearance from multiple factors such as fighting off infections, etc. So, we watch.
After consult it was off to the infusion suite where I waited probably 1/2 an hour to get all gassed up and running. But those nurses are so very very kind you simply cannot be put out with them. But all in all it was a very long day. We didn't get home until after 7. Kaylee, myself and 2 nurses shut down the building today. We were all pretty done in. I have to be back up there at 11:30 tomorrow morning to get that shot that helps my WBC. Then I go on Monday to see a neuropathy specialist. That should be fun for him because by Monday I will be a screaming idiot with my feet and hands, particularly since they have never made it all the way back from Round 3.
I saw my new friend Cathy today and she has lost all of her beautiful hair. She had long salt and pepper hair and still had some when I saw her during Round 3, but today it is gone. But I was so excited to see her sporting a cute little newsboy cap with big dangly earrings and she just looked beautiful. She is becoming! Her sweet husband was right there by her side and I am so glad she has that support! He is becoming too. Pray for them both please. And Debbie and Shane, and Debbie F, and J and J....and the cute little couple in the corner today. They were so cute I couldn't be mad he was occupying the chair I prefer (but when he left I totally moved into it.) They were interesting....she had a wild and cute little rock star hair do and was wearing yoga pants with a tank top that revealed a bunch of tats. When I walked up and asked about the chair (not in the corner) "is someone using that chair?" "You are" she said with a big smile. I wanted to ask her to be my friend. Her partner there looked kind of "corporate" - not what I would have picked out of a crowd to be hers. But their interaction was affectionate, funny and light hearted. I just loved them and told him when he left that I was moving into his chair because that was "my spot." He laughed.
So, next week will be rough. Neuropathy has me deeply embedded in its day planner by now and I will be using all tools at my disposal to try to merely outlast it because to date I have found nothing that helps significantly. I so hope the damage isn't permanent because if it is my hobby life is going to die a painful death with projects left unfinished.
This was a loooog day, tomorrow will be too. And next week will likely be a booger, but I'm giving it up to God. I fully believe He doesn't want me to suffer with no good result. So, I will do my part, I will use my tools, I will pray and I will have faith. And.....I WILL mark the days of next week off of a calendar in a wide black marker and be grateful when each one passes by.
And now, for your listening pleasure? I give you Herman's Hermits. And they were not a one hit wonder band. My favorite has always been There's a Kind of Hush.
Love and Light - Peace and Hair Grease from one child of the 60s to all of you wherever you are and whenever you came to be. There is healing in music, there is healing in remembering and most of all there is healing in forgiving and believing. - Lavetta
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