Robert H. Schuller
Good morning, all. It's 6 AM, and I have been awake for a while, so I thought I would just go ahead and get up. My stomach was growling (the last time I ate was around five o-clock yesterday evening) so thought I would have some cereal, until I read the label on my first med of the day. It says not to eat for 30 minutes, so I'll have to wait a bit.
Wednesday, when I went in for my "after-chemo" shot, I was talking to a lady who was having an infusion. She told me she worked at Jackson Elementary as a teacher for the autism pupils and remembered Alec quite well as the little guy who always wanted to be on the computer, and that she thought he was a real nice kid. She has had the very same cancer as I had, but unfortunately the expanders did not go well for her. She suffered through four infections until they just took them out and she is kinda deformed now, but like she said "I'm still here! I'm alive!" That's the ultimate goal when you're playing this kind of crappy game. She also told me she lost all of her hair after only 14 days after her first chemo. So, again I am so thankful that I lasted as long as I did. I still have about 25% left, but I wear Roschelle (wig) or a scarf. I'm kinda to the point where I look like one of those characters in a Wes Craven comedy horror film. You know the kind - where there is a crazy woman locked up in an old mansion and has hair that's thin and wispy and sticks out all over her head? Uh huh, that's me! (forget the "mansion" part, though).
One of the people I went to school with that goes to Ghosh Clinic too, has some form of blood cancer. She has had quite a set-back since last I saw her. During one of the February snowstorms, she had to cancel her treatment because they were snowed in north of Alburnett. Soon , she collapsed and stopped breathing. Her poor husband called 911 and had to have a big plow truck make it out to them, so she could get to the hospital. Evidently her Power Port had gotten infected and was really doing a nasty job on her. The surgeon took out the bad one and replaced it with one on the other side of her chest. The very best wishes, Ellen.
Yesterday, I met Alec at his house and then we went to Lebeda mattress to check out a bed for Dad. Then I went to brother Ken's house and we tried to hammer out some more details concerning Dad. Wow, what a job! All of us kids are working as hard as we can to get things in order, but there is a lot of details that go on in a person's life, and when you don't know ALL those details, it's a bit of a task to locate everything you need ie: getting his tax papers together to file, which bills need to be paid, etc.
Hey, guess what, it's time to eat!! Guess I'll fix me a mess of shredded wheat. Sound good? :)
GOD BLESS YOU ALL