NO MATTER HOW SERIOUS LIFE GETS, YOU STILL GOTTA HAVE THAT ONE PERSON YOU CAN BE COMPLETELY STUPID WITH.
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Fortunately, I have enough nutty family members and friends, so I can claim more than just one to be stupid with.
First off, I need to address a severe scolding (along with a huge thank-you) to my Nina. Lon had mentioned that he thought Nina would probably show up at the hospital the day of my surgery. I told him that she had better NOT come, because she had to go to work that night, then leave immediately afterward to drive to Chicago to catch a plane for a much-needed, much-deserved week-long beach fun-in-the-sun vacation! I knew she had a million things to take care of, and she would be totally worn out when she finally left! Weeellll, she showed up (little stinker!). I got to see her for a few minutes when I came out of recovery, but wasn't able to make any kind of sensible conversation, so THANK YOU for coming, Nina. You are always thinking of everyone else first, before yourself. Hope I can pay you back in some way in the future.
FYI: my stinking back is killing me. I have had to sleep in the recliner because that is the easiest thing to get up and out of. When I try sleeping in bed (even using pillows propped up), it hurts a lot to try and pull myself up into a sitting position. Remember, I am the twitchy can't-lay-in-one-position-for-very-long so this sitting in one position all night long in a recliner is for the birds! I was whining about my back aching today, so Hubby had me get down on my knees, and put my arms on the seat of an upholstered chair. Then I cautiously braced myself so I wouldn't squish my boobs while he very carefully rubbed some of the kinks out of my back. I'm so glad no one came to the door about that time, because I was sure howling and groaning in pain mixed with back-pain relief, but it might have sounded like someone was beating the heck out of me.
We went to see Dr. Ghosh today. Now, I was of the understanding that we had reached the mountain peak and was heading down the other side with this cancer situation. And basically that is true. But, oh crap, what a lot of work there is still to do. Next Thursday, I begin chemo again. The cocktail of meds is different this time and each treatment will only last about two hours instead of the four or five hours, which is very good to hear. I will do a series of three sessions and after a certain period of time it will be time to get the expanders removed and the implants . . . well, . . . implanted. I will continue Herceptin until I have accumulated 12 months worth of this drug. I don't know when they will surgically remove the Power Port by my collar bone. Taking all of these operations into consideration, it will probably be about six months or more before I can lay on my stomach and get a decent backrub. Krikey!!
And here's something really wild - I found out that I will also be taking a pill every day for (wait for it) THE NEXT FIVE YEARS!
Yes, we have all agreed that this stuff is all do-able. And it will get done. But I was really unhappy when I asked the nurse-practitioner today if the new type of chemo was going to leave my hair alone and she said that after two weeks of this stuff, I will most likely be bare-headed (although she thought the same thing last time and I held on to most of it for three months.) Whatever. Jenna and I are talking about wigs again. Maybe I'll re-order that slutty one that Lon kinda liked. That will make the neighbors think that shy-quiet-stay-at-home-Janene has slipped over to the wild side. (NOT!)
GOD BLESS YOU ALL
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