It’s starting to get serious around here. The amount of notes and texts from my lack of updates has reached epidemic proportions. I made it out the other side!
Not unscathed, but I am getting better. Ridiculously tired. A bit of chest cold to aid in my health issues, but only one night of the bad ‘rea and gone by morning. NO RASH. That sucked.
It’s been an epic few days. I was able to visit with my Auntie and Uncle of Krumlov over the weekend, for lunch. Was lovely. Can’t wait to travel overseas to see them next year. My cousin, Martina, and her beau, Kyle, came too. Glad they fit me in.
Bill and I invited ourselves over to the Berg’s for Easter dinner. Miss Martha (pictured above) out did herself with ham, spaghetti, green beans, loaded mashed, salad and more. I brought the wasabi dip with asparagus, for which I have now become famous, though all credit goes to CKD. My brother and sister-in-law had my kids for the holiday, and a giant feast of their own. Was strange to not have everybody here. The Easter bunny found them in Boston and back here, too and everybody has been been pounding the reeses peanut butter in every extruded shape known to man.
News on the cancer front is two fold. I have to have an echocardiogram on April 13th to see how my heart is fairing on these chemo drugs. That is the day before treatment #5, at downtown Rush. It’s more or less like an ultrasound, not painful at all. My final “test” is a breast MRI scheduled for May 10th. It will define the conversation for surgery – the conversation is happening May 11th. For the breast MRI, imagine you are superman, without a bra, on your stomach, on a gurney that fits into a huge donut, with your boobs in a sling. Got it? Now sit still for 20 minutes while star wars sounds ignite all around you. Super fun times. Depending on the direction of surgery we choose, if I have any breast tissue left at the end of it, breast MRI’s are my future mammograms. I’ll make tshirts to commemorate the joy.
On a lighter, though exhausted note, I made it out in public two full days this week for work. Took the train, met up with colleagues, had two pitches and a tour. I am proud of myself for reinserting my body into the real world. I haven’t been to a work related public event in nearly 6 months. It felt great. They assured me I looked okay, and I think I assured them I can do this design life and the big C simultaneously. I have been working all along, but as you may not know, I do it in my pajamas, on my couch, rarely leaving home. A plus for my current situation, indeed. Fingers crossed the extra anxiety this week turns into some hearty work for the rest of the year.
Things I’m looking forward to? Breakfast with my ocho friends on Friday, a nice walk with Miss Jeanne in the morning, and the beginning of the spring sports schedule. Oh, and I’m 2/3 done with CHEMO! Yay me!