Still Plugging Along I can see a light at the end of the chemo tunnel. I have today and Monday (barring that mother effing hurricane doesn't mess it up) then chemo is over, and this lovely double 18guage picc line comes out! It will be a happy day, and I can't wait to take fully submerged baths and showers! I met with my radiologist who remains pleased with my progress. I have 10 more sessions of radiation before I can also call that done. The countdowns have definitely begun though. Oh, and this check up I gained a pound back, WooHoo 🙌. The day after radiation ends my sweet princess Ashleigh and her prince Terry will arrive to have a nice week long vacation. I will be away for part of it in Newport Beach California with Mark for his annual work trip. On one hand I don't want to miss days with her but on the other hand missing days means that I am feeling good enough to travel and have a little getaway. My bucket list is beaches 🌊. As many beaches as I can visit to place my feet in the sand and collect a few shells. I've never been to the west coast so my desire to meet this goal of being strong enough to go is high indeed. All I have to do is make it through the plane rides and airports. Then my only job will be lay my ass in a recliner on my patio or the beach and enjoy, so everyone, please say an extra little prayer for me that I can do this! So about this week. Last night I started feeling the familiar twinge of exhaustion starting to weasel it's way in. I accepted it and laid down about 7:30 for a power nap. I figure since my new thing is to be wide awake from 1:45-4ish I'll just go with what's working. Well, I'll go with the new reality of my life. I sleep when I'm tired and I get up and find something to do when I'm not. Not like out of the bed of course in the middle of the night but I read or pet any one of the cats gracing my presence (there is always always at least one available) or watch silly videos. It's all good. The heartburn from radiation seems to be pushing its way back into the forefront. I just tell myself it's not as bad as childbirth. And since I'm not sure anything is as bad as childbirth I figure this mantra will work for the foreseeable future. Today is my birthday, I'm looking forward to spending it with Mark, my sweet boy and my unequivocally amazing parents. It sucks no break from treatment but it is what it is. I did get a break on Labor Day so I'll just pretend that was an early present. Speaking of presents my sweet mother has been making sure I have one every single day since she arrived this past Saturday. I love presents. But more than that I love her strength and her unwavering ability to be so very strong for me. I know if it were one of my babies I'd be a wreck. And I bet she is too, but she's done an excellent job of hiding it from me and for that I need to thank her. She has helped me to be strong, by pushing and reminding me that I am strong. And she has coddled me just enough to be a perfect blend of exactly what I need right now. Doug has been my moms rock and I can't thank him enough for making sure she could be with me. Brian has stepped up for me in a way that no son should have to ever.. And Mark, I still can't say enough about him or find words worthy of how much he does for me and means to me. I seriously would have lost my shit by now if it wasn't for him. He is my rock, and my family's as well. He's our glue. I don't know how he does it. I look forward to the day I can return the strength. That's all for now, see you on Monday!
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