My third chemo treatment is under the belt and I'm cruising through the month. I'm preparing to celebrate the 29th anniversary of my 21st birthday. No lie there. I'm kind of tickled that someone must have told the NFL that it's my birthday. They are celebrating it by wearing pink uniforms...all month long. Just in case you wondered why such manly men are wearing pink. :) They are doing it to celebrate my birthday. Such a momentous birthday SHOULD be celebrated all month long.
|That's all fake hair people. lol|
I don't know why people see the same things through different lenses. Another acquaintance told me that she feels physically ill whenever she sees commercials for our cancer center. But I love the people there. I'm getting good care, support and they are helping me fight this battle. I am filled with tenderness when I see reminders of the Missouri Cancer Associates. My sister called to tell me my oncologist was just voted Doctor of the Year....YAY Dr. Joe! You deserve it.
We are complex, us humans.
I want to use Dr. Puckett for my plastic surgeon but I will have to think about this. He has privileges at one hospital and my surgeon at yet another. Neither have privileges together in the same hospital. But the other P.S. just don't have good reputations. How sad.
This is also a challenging month. Mom has decided to have a surgery that will repair some internal female bits so she will be more comfortable, having a better quality of life. Her liver doctor has refused to support her decision, saying it will kill her. She has told each of us...we know she is dying. Even if she dies in surgery, she is doing this surgery to improve the quality of her life. I have to respect and accept that.
There's an October chill in the air and this evening I had Mr. Rosey run me out to the local Walmart. I find I am in need of heavier weight scarves. I don't know how bald men deal with chilly temps. Daddy was bald and he RARELY covered his head. I got cold just in air conditioned rooms and I have to sleep with a lightweight cap or I awake in a bone chilled state. So I ran out to Walmart. No one bothered me and I didn't want to pinch the head off anyone. Mr. Rosey told me the public has seen my facebook posts and I've scared everyone out of the store. lol
|One of the heavier scarves twisted into a headwrap.|
I'm trying to prepare dinner and my spine started pulsing. Once you've had bone pain...you don't forget the characteristics of it. It pulses with the heartbeat but comes in waves like childbirth contractions...they build, peak and the lessen. I find myself chanting like the "Little Engine That Could" only my chugging chant is "I can do this...I can do this...I can do this."
Today is my actual birthday and I spend it in a doctor's office this morning. Mr. Rosey has put a lot of effort to making this birthday a special one. It turns out I also share a birthday with my plastic surgeon. I wished HIM a happy birthday and his grin was bright and happy. I really like him. Dinner out last night and lunch today...I'm spoiled.
|Just hours before Bandit passed away.|