Henry David Thoreau
As I said before, I have been sorting through tons of papers and letters and such from Dad's house. It is very interesting to find cards or canceled checks with my parents signatures on them. What is even neater is to find the signatures of my grandparents, all who have passed a very long time ago. There they are, their names written on this thing or that, and at the time the grandparents make their marks, they would have never dreamed that years later one of their granddaughters would be looking at them and knowing that they had held those notes or cards or checks in their hands at one time. It reminds me that they also walked this earth, and were important to their loved ones, and that they left us with memories of them from so long ago.
I went in for my second Herceptin infusion today. After a 30 minute consultation with my nurse practitioner, Mindy, it was on to getting hooked up to the IV machine. After I was hooked up, I had to wait about fifteen minutes while they mixed up my Herceptin concoction. Then I had to sit for 1 1/2 hours while that crap dripped into me. Mindy told me that everyone has HER in their bodies. But when my HER went wild and stimulated some cancer cells, it became HER2 and began to feed the cancer cells like fertilizer works on plants. The Herceptin is supposed to slowly discourage the feeding of any odd cells and to eventually stop the HER from being aggressive in the future. Uh Huh . . or something like that.
Remember when I reported that chemo kills off fast-growing cells? Hair, cells inside the mouth, cancer of course, and NAILS!?
That is the reason I am losing my toenails. Yuck. No, Betty C., it really doesn't hurt much (did your friend Dorothy lose any of her nails?). But it is going to annoying for a while. I am just lucky that the weather is warm and I will be able to wear sandals .If it were wintertime, walking around in heavy socks and clunky snowboots would not be fun. Mindy told me to wrap surgical tape around the toes to hold on to them for as long as possible, and so they don't start to fall off and catch on something. GROSS!!
I am hoping things slow down a bit soon. I would like to get back to writing another children's book. I have ten stories written in my "THE THOMAS BOOKS" series. I came across some notes I had written to myself about future story lines, and I'm getting the urge to get back to work on my little guy and his family. Thomas is an eight-year old boy with autism. But what a swell kid he is and so smart! I have integrated some of the things our Alec has done, into some of the stories. I was getting geared up to start submitting some of my work to a publishing agent, when this health issue came up and kinda side-tracked me big time. Also, the writing instructor from Kirkwood, whom I took a class with, passed away suddenly a few months back. She had agreed to do some editing on my work. I'll have to try and find someone else who is willing to help in this area.
Let's hope I can get in gear and maybe make my own mark on the world. Heh?
GOD BLESS YOU ALL