My 6th and final round of chemo proved to be a demon. Always before I waa able to get to the point of feeling better after a brutal follow up week. The last one is still hanging around but I think we may be approaching the final leg of that particular journey.
Maybe the fact that I just decided that I would do whatever it took to get on top of it.
So, in the spirit of transparency I will tell you that this child of the 60's aka Hippie Wanna Be did in fact embrace the benefits of medical marijuana. And, yesterday I experienced accupuncture for the first time. Both of these things have helped. My feet are still not great but yesterday I was able to navigate life without "Matilda" (my walker). Matilda and I have a bit of love hate relationship as she likes to go off on her own from time to time because I forget to lock her brakes. I do love the fact that she is like having a purse on wheels to hold all my stuff. But...she is a "friend" I was not ready to love therefore, we tolerate each other.
The accupuncture really did help. My mattress is very old and the position I have had to sleep in (I fall in a divot) for months because of my feet has not done my sciatic nerves any favors. Last night I was able to fall asleep without my cold therapy socks for the first time in I can't remember when. I woke up at 5:30 am and had not been up even once all night (also not usual). I am celebrating these little wins and giving all glory to God for putting the right people in my orbit to make truly helpful suggestions. And praise God I am willing to be open to practically anything that might help move me forward in my treatment path in the hope that I can stand after this as a survior and a thriver.
My son and THE ANGELA are here again this weekend to hang out with me and do my bidding. I enjoy them being here. My son and I have a similar twisted sense of humor and he makes me laugh....sometimes when I shouldn't. And Angie is a little cyclone of busyness so I just sit back and let her work.
Last year on this day we were preparing to bring Roger home from NWA. After all the twists and turns, the starts and stops, plans and disappointments, we had realized we had just a little time to utilize and we wanted to be home. Roger was concerned that he looked a looked a little rough around the edges and so this happened:
I just love this picture....there is something so tender and sweet about Rick serving his Dad by trimming his facial hair. This is love, respect, and honor visualized. Rick has taken on board the words his Dad gave him about going forward in life and every day I see evidence of his desire to live in the way his Dad did. Not only did he make his Dad a priority during those last precious days, but he has also made me one during this journey I am on. I am very grateful for him and his wife, Paula. I know Roger asked them to make sure I was okay and they have certainly embraced that instruction....Roger has to be proud.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ugDXpdjmpgw
Have a wonderful weekend.......tell someone you love them....somewhere someone is waiting to hear they are valued.
LKB
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