(Adam at the helm...for better or for worse).
Normally, when you've done something right or well or on special occasions, something good follows. For example, if Gabrielle or Ryan behave well (or "good" for you BYU fans or members of the Jessop or Kingston clans), they earn a trip to the toy store or a small treat. If the scribe does well at work, he earns a raise. If it's the scribe and TerriLyn's anniversary, scribe gets some (tiramisu).
Yesterday, my white counts had improved (you know, gotten better), so I got..............(giddy with excitement as I?)...............chemotherapy! Woohoo! Oh, wait. Huh!?! Instead of chocolates, roses, pad thai, or high fives, I got chemotherapy?
Cancer is perverse!
XOXO
TL
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
First chemo treatment in three weeks + need for two units of blood = S-L-E-E-P-Y
(Adam at the helm...for better or worse).
I'm sleepy (and my scribe is busy at work), so I'll keep this short. My white blood cell counts were too low each of the last two weeks for me to receive chemo. Today (which started so pleasantly at 9:00 a.m.) my white counts were high enough to receive the Red Devil. My red counts were also low enough that I will receive two units of blood (am currently receiving my second). Sigh. Have yet to talk to my medical team about my lab results...will post later if I learn anything unusual.
Thanks to family and friends for calls, emails, text messages, Facebook posts, hugs, kisses, foot rubs (scribe: huh?), back rubs (scribe: whoa!), flowers, meals, prayers, positive thoughts, well wishes, play dates with Gabs and Ryan, blood donating, head shaving, and all other support you have provided me and my family. Thanks to your efforts, my family's metaphorical water line has remained below the nostrils.
XOXO
A very sleepy TL
I'm sleepy (and my scribe is busy at work), so I'll keep this short. My white blood cell counts were too low each of the last two weeks for me to receive chemo. Today (which started so pleasantly at 9:00 a.m.) my white counts were high enough to receive the Red Devil. My red counts were also low enough that I will receive two units of blood (am currently receiving my second). Sigh. Have yet to talk to my medical team about my lab results...will post later if I learn anything unusual.
Thanks to family and friends for calls, emails, text messages, Facebook posts, hugs, kisses, foot rubs (scribe: huh?), back rubs (scribe: whoa!), flowers, meals, prayers, positive thoughts, well wishes, play dates with Gabs and Ryan, blood donating, head shaving, and all other support you have provided me and my family. Thanks to your efforts, my family's metaphorical water line has remained below the nostrils.
XOXO
A very sleepy TL
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Breaking in 2010...with a trip to the ER
Does anybody mind if I say that "Cancer sucks"? Good. Cancer sucks. Big time.
For our first date in 2010, Adam and I glided into his Buick LeSabre, uh, I mean, stylin' Buick LeSabre, and drove to...the...(you as giddy with anticipation as I?)...ER department of LDS Hospital. Woohooo! We may be married with kids, but we still know how to do Salt Lake City!
Why the trip to the ER, you ask? Well, cancer in the bones is painful. Opioid narcotics relieves pain. Opioid narcotics constipate. Stool softeners, well, soften stool. Chemotherapy kills cancer cells. Chemotherapy makes me nauseated. Nausea makes it difficult to take stool softeners. No stool softeners = ER. C'mon, people, this is simple!
Today was supposed to be chemotherapy treatment # 4, but my white counts were too low and I had too many mouth sores. I did have my bone-strengthening drug, Zometa (a bisphosphonate). Best of all, I had the company of my dear friend, Elisa "Eli" Wilcox, who I have known for nearly 20 years, as well as Eli's mother, who lives in Redding, California. I am incredibly fortunuate to have dear friends accompany me to my medical appointments. Today's appointment lasted more than 9 hours total. So fun!
Arrived home at 7:30 p.m. to two additional treats: 1) a hot, delicious meal from our neighbors and dear friends, Judy Norman and Dixi Hall, and 2) the safe arrival of Gabrielle from Junior Jazz practice (thanks to Amy, Genevieve, and Oliver for taking Gabs to and from practice).
Well, my scribe (aka "hubby") is getting sleepy, so I must sign off. Love to all of you.
XOXO
TL
For our first date in 2010, Adam and I glided into his Buick LeSabre, uh, I mean, stylin' Buick LeSabre, and drove to...the...(you as giddy with anticipation as I?)...ER department of LDS Hospital. Woohooo! We may be married with kids, but we still know how to do Salt Lake City!
Why the trip to the ER, you ask? Well, cancer in the bones is painful. Opioid narcotics relieves pain. Opioid narcotics constipate. Stool softeners, well, soften stool. Chemotherapy kills cancer cells. Chemotherapy makes me nauseated. Nausea makes it difficult to take stool softeners. No stool softeners = ER. C'mon, people, this is simple!
Today was supposed to be chemotherapy treatment # 4, but my white counts were too low and I had too many mouth sores. I did have my bone-strengthening drug, Zometa (a bisphosphonate). Best of all, I had the company of my dear friend, Elisa "Eli" Wilcox, who I have known for nearly 20 years, as well as Eli's mother, who lives in Redding, California. I am incredibly fortunuate to have dear friends accompany me to my medical appointments. Today's appointment lasted more than 9 hours total. So fun!
Arrived home at 7:30 p.m. to two additional treats: 1) a hot, delicious meal from our neighbors and dear friends, Judy Norman and Dixi Hall, and 2) the safe arrival of Gabrielle from Junior Jazz practice (thanks to Amy, Genevieve, and Oliver for taking Gabs to and from practice).
Well, my scribe (aka "hubby") is getting sleepy, so I must sign off. Love to all of you.
XOXO
TL
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