So, I'm lazy.
I apologize for being lax about this journal lately. (Yes, I definitely received the message that some of my readers are desperate for news! I am so grateful for you!) "Things" have happened . . . good, challenging, sad, hilarious, and ridiculous, of course . . . but I am so blissfully caught up in living in the "now", that I do not want to break the flow. Normalcy. Darned near it anyhow!
A visit with KU Med's psychiatrist speciailizing in cancer concerns proved to be very necessary. I am not crazy nor am I alone in my cave of dark imagery, fear of failure, and negative feelings! The scariest aspect of those feelings is how good I think I became at hiding them. The higher dosage of Effexor makes my everyday activities manageble, even enjoyable. I feel like my "old self" again, thank God! How odd it seems, though, to look backwards!
A visit with my oncologist was not quite as positive. Hormones are still uncooperative. Vitamin D levels are dangerously low. Yet, the heat and sun interact badly with some my medicines, making natural Vit. D production a bit tricky, resulting in more pills. Unfortunately, I am stuck on the 3-month oncology checkup plan for a bit longer; I am so looking forward to the 6-month schedule!
Today, I head to KU yet again for my monthly blood work and Zofran injection. Hint: steer clear tomorrow as I tend to be bruised and grouchy!
A run-in with an errant high-heeled sandal created a huge hole in the bottom of my left foot. (Okay, so it was not really the sandal's fault that I left it strewn on the floor. . . ) As the doctor assessed, "You fileted your sole! Ha Ha Ha Ha!" She has no future in standup comedy.
You wouldn't expect that a damaged foot would effect my cancer regimen, but, of course. . . Healing and pain issues, immunity, lymph nodes all take center stage again! The week on crutches--miserable, except that I caught up with a lot of friends via Facebook!
One would think, in the twenty five years since I last used crutches, (a needle broke off in the same foot,) that they would have built better torture sticks! The pain medicine elicited fond memories of the first ten-week crutch experience: crutching in and out of the boat at the lake house; crutching up and down the steps of Harris House to see Destiny play; crutching through the Happy Hour at "P. Ott's"; crutching up Mount Millstone to dance; crutching up the ramp at Kelly's, hoping not to slip on someone's spilled beer! Yes, it was a really fun summer, despite those nasty crutches!
The foot is still healing; two toes lack any feeling and once in a while, a sharp pain shoots up my leg to my spine, likely due to crushed nerves. Too bad. I am still going to wear heals!
The summer is rushing by despite my maladies! Several graduation celebrations kept us hopping. Birthday parties, sleepovers, family visiting . . . all the usual stuff!
Emma is swimming in two leagues, and horseback riding continues. She turns ten this Friday, the 26th! Fortunately, she is truly a lovely child--thoughtful, caring, kind-hearted! My perceptions must be somewhat true, despite the mommy-blinders, as several teachers, and her friends' parents sing her praises. We are so blessed!
Evidently, we are adding "camping" to the list of activities this summer as she gave her daddy, the Eagle Scout, a big, honkin' "camping condo" for Father's Day. It looks like a tent to me. This should be interesting . . .
God bless and much love to all! I so appreciate hearing from you, even if only to berate me for not updating the blog!
