Home Sweet Home!

Our Home
Home Sweet Home

We moved in! We have watched this house go up from the moment they tossed the dirt. It’s exactly one-half mile from our other home, and one-half the size. We downsized to decrease our stress as well as the mortgage.

We thought we were going to travel in a fifth wheel for a while, and even bought the truck to pull it. But after a bunch of reality checks we determined we need a home base and are looking for another way to travel.  For example, my flight home on one of our trips was cancelled due to inclement weather, and my treatment was also cancelled. This made us realize the importance of flexibility as well as having a home base near MD Anderson. So, we closed today and started the slow process of moving from the storage unit to our brand new “smart” home. 

Alexa, turn off the lamp.

Á la prochaine…until next time.

A Dry Eye for Education

Ghandi once said, “Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.” We do know how to live! And education is one of my core values.

I consider myself a lifelong learner, and I quite enjoy sharing the knowledge I have with others. I went to the eye doctor this morning and learned something about the oil that is produced by a gland I can’t pronounce. He showed me the video where he tried to express mine, and it was  ineffective. This contributes to my dry eye condition. I didn’t even know the Meibomian Gland existed until today. Our bodies are so amazing. So many intricacies! I wondered if this was somehow related to my cancer, yet I have had dry eyes for many years.

A young apprentice was also learning, trained up by the female assistant who interviewed me about my history. “Modified, radical, right mastectomy” rolled off my tongue, along with chemotherapy, radiation, reconstruction, and other medical details. They both shared an interest in my story, followed by the apprentice demonstrating his lack of knowledge as he shared his Grandma had the “worse kind of cancer,” where they had to surgically remove her breast.  I didn’t fault him. Many people do not know what a mastectomy is, or do not understand when I tell them I was diagnosed with “Stage IV, Metastatic Breast Cancer.” I probably would have asked the same thing when I was his age, untethered from chemo and care.

I’m trying the eye mask which contains tiny crystals which, when warmed, serve to express the glands. I’ll keep you posted on its effectiveness!

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Today is also chemo day.

Sometimes friends and acquaintances will ask the question posed by both my nurse and the optometrist’s assistant, “how many more infusions?” Or they will ask if I am done with treatment. Education follows, as well as my acknowledgement of the many women who are living 10, 15, or 25+ years with MBC.

I am a lifer. While my body is “stable,” and the scans do not currently detect this horrible disease in organs or brain, I will never be deemed by the doctors “cancer free.” I will never again ring the bell I heard tolling at the clinic earlier today. I will hook up to the machine and my veins will drink its fluid every three weeks…for the rest of my life.

I don’t say this to get sympathy, or pity. My eyes are dry. There’s no harm in asking, if you don’t mind the education.

Á la prochaine…until next time.

 

 

 

Mad Hatter Hotel Hopping

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Downsizing has evolved into homelessness. At this writing we are hopping from hotel to hotel until we land on a decision for the next chapter in our lives. Some days we feel like the Mad Hatter is speaking directly to us to run down the rabbit hole!

A brief history reminds us; we bought our house at a great deal, as an investment for retirement. It was way too big for the two of us, but the price we paid could not be passed up. We certainly enjoyed living there. Many family nights were spent playing pool in the game room, watching a movie in the media room, or sitting in the dining room playing games. Several Christmas photos were taken in front of the gas fireplace. The grandkids loved climbing the stairs, and Yoda got annoyed finding ways to stop them from doing so. Friends and family members have enjoyed our guest rooms. Many beautiful spring days were spent working on the back porch, as I watched my bluebirds raising their families from one season to the next. When we bought this house on the cul de sac, we thought we would be there until we retired. Our plan was to sell and downsize at retirement, as the profit would surely pay for a smaller home by that time.

Two months after the home purchase, I was diagnosed with Stage IV Metastatic Breast Cancer. Our retirement plan was turned upside down.

Jeremiah 29:11 (ESV) says, “For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.” We continued to seek God’s will for our future.

Retirement comes for most folks in their mid-60s, or even 70s. Terminal cancer has a way of changing perspective. Will I live long enough to retire? Will I feel good enough when I retire to travel and enjoy the retirement life? I hope so! I believe so! But there are no guarantees when you have a terminal illness. I am now half-way through the “average” 5-year lifespan for patients with MBC. Perhaps I will live to my 70s, and God does give me hope that I will! God is not a god of statistics. Even still, we are examining options for my early retirement to make this journey a bit easier to manage. As I said in my last blog, we are not merely existing; we choose to live.

As soon as we heard my body was stable, we put our house on the market.

It took a while to get an offer on our big, beautiful home, but when we finally did it happened very quickly. Mid-March we received a cash offer. The buyers wanted to close in three weeks as they were between homes and living with her aging parents. We had planned a trip to Scotland the following week…yikes! But when a buyer comes knocking, you don’t say no.  We immediately started packing the house, and then packed for our trip. It relaxing and enjoyable in the midst of this tumultuous time, but we came home and hit the ground running. Two days after we returned from our trip, the house closed. It was April 4th. We bought back a few days for $1.00, as part of the negotiations…just enough time to finish packing and move out, with the help of several friends.

It’s almost June, and we are still living in hotels and a couple of storage units. Fortunately Tim gets good deals and we travel a lot for his work, so this is not a totally new experience. We have been weighing all the options, but the final decision was based on a call from God. He said he has a plan for us. It’s a mobile plan. We will be living a nomadic lifestyle for a while, as we do ministry from the road. After much debate and indecisiveness, we finally bought a truck. Not just any truck, but a Super Duty Ford F-350 Dually, with 4.10 axle ratio. We also have a Heartland Cyclone 4007 (Fifth Wheel) on order, and if all goes well we will pick it up on July 5th. Between now and then…more travel.

À la prochaine…until next time.

“You’re entirely bonkers. But I’ll tell you a secret all the best people are.”
Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

Merely Existing or Living with MBC?

Oscar Wilde said, “To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.” When I was diagnosed with Stage IV Metastatic Breast Cancer, I woke up. I had been existing, but had I been living? Retirement suddenly seemed out of reach. I envisioned existence on earth to be much shorter than I had always anticipated. I contemplated whether I would live to see another Christmas, birthday, or grandchild enter the world.

That was December 2016, and I’m still here! We have since had three Christmases, Easters, birthdays, and added two more grandchildren to the Nana and Yoda clan. You know if you follow my story, my body is stable and the treatment is working. I am blessed, and I am grateful.

After the initial shock dissipated and we had a treatment plan in place, my husband and I set a goal: to live.  Enjoy the company of the ones we love, stop to smell the roses, smell the rain, study the Bible, play, travel, activate the brain, help someone, relax, listen for God’s voice, have a deep conversation, learn something, laugh, dream of the next big adventure, prepare for the future, take care of my body, attend a support group, savor food, share life.

Cancer may have altered my existence, but it cannot take away my life.

I admit it is tiring at times. I move slower than I used to. Sometimes my body hurts. My mind is not as sharp as it once was. Occasionally I take a nap or put up my feet. Caring friends often tell me I am too busy. I should slow down. And sometimes I do.

Yet, even in the slowing down, I choose to live. We do not want to merely exist, trudging from sunup to sundown, grinding the same routine. Determined, we live life filled to capacity and overflowing.

What about you? Do you merely exist, or do you live?

Á la prochaine…until next time.

“A thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I have come so they may have life. I want them to have it in the fullest possible way.”  ~Jesus (John 10:10, NIRV)

 

 

The Russians are coming…

While the radiation oncologist is with another patient, our nurse shared some interesting  anecdotes regarding patients from around the world. Apparently Russian patients don’t get very good care in their country, so they tend to over-report the small stuff in hopes of getting the bigger concerns taken care of. Chinese are the opposite. Fear of big brother and shame prevents them from sharing enough information for doctors to assess. Arabic men do not permit the women to speak, so it is interesting being a female nurse when they come in for treatment.

The most interesting story was how the Danish handle the ports. When their children come in to the clinic with a port already installed, it is never covered, and it is usually infected. They immediately have to go into surgery to clean it up, cover it up, and prepare it for future use.  I left feeling grateful that I am in America where we get good care; we can tell our doctors what we are experiencing without fear of repercussions, and we do not have to fly over the pond to get there.

I also left with good news! The MRI shows no signs of progression, no new lesions, and in fact the old lesions are gone or insignificant little blips. She was very pleased with the results. I will follow-up with MRIs of the brain and see the radiation oncologist every three months for the next year. Then I will graduate to every four months, six months, and so on.  Yesterday’s CT of the chest, abdomen and pelvis, in addition to the whole body bone scan proved similar results. My body is stable! I’ll take stable any day.

This doesn’t mean I don’t have Stage IV Metastatic Breast Cancer any more. They will always call me Stage IV. But it does mean my body is responding to treatment and God is apparently not finished with me yet. I am anxious to see what He has in store for our next big adventure!

Á la prochaine….Until next time…

Chemo, TPA, and a shot in the belly

I was supposed to get my infusion last week, but I was running a fever.  After just getting over a two-week long battle with a cold, I woke up with yet another sore throat on Friday.  The doctor said I needed to wait for chemo. The Nurse Practitioner gave me some antibiotics and steroid medicine to clear up my head.  That was some powerful medicine;  I had trouble sleeping one night because of it.  Not to mention things were a little hectic over the weekend with our family.  Drama…That’s all I’m going to say about that.

There was drama on the highway this morning as well.  Cars came to a screeching stop, and Tim had to veer onto the shoulder. Crazy traffic! That started us off behind schedule. Drama in the vein highway followed.  Once again the nurse had some trouble getting good blood return. This has happened a few times over the past year or so. She put in a TPA which lasted about 30 minutes, and then it was fine. I was happy not to be stuck in the arm with a needle, as she was willing to wait to see if we could use the port. Once the familiar sounds of the machine started whirring while pumping chemo into my port, I was relieved to get back on track.  My radar elevates whenever that crops up. If something happens to my port, they won’t let me leave until it is resolved (which could mean surgically removing it).  One of the many possible inconveniences with this disease that I have learned to accept.

I did get stuck with a needle after all, a small injection in the belly.  The stars aligned and I was able to get it on the same day as chemo.  Xgeva keeps my bones from breaking, so I gladly receive it.  I have read some horror stories by women in my MBC support group.  I feel like I am one of the “lucky” ones, as mine is currently stable and under control. The cancer is in places that have not yet caused me to lose my ability to walk, run, ride the motorcycle, dance (Zumba!) and simply enjoy life. Yes, I have back pain that nags me throughout the day, and yes, I have to go to treatment more often than I would like, but I have so many things to be grateful for.

What are you grateful for today?

Á la prochaine…until next time.

Gamma Knife Update and a Bit Nostalgic

I realized I had not updated my blog since the Gamma Knife treatment. That first week was interesting. I was swollen across my face and looked like I had been in a brawl. My eyelids were screaming at me. I hibernated to avoid terrifying the neighbors. The swelling went away about a week later.  I’m still sleeping on two pillows because I feel a little pressure around the pin sites when my head is not elevated. I’m also waiting to go back downtown for the follow-up MRI to see if it worked. I think it worked. In the meantime, I have noticed some improvements. All last year I was feeling increasingly dizzy. I would hunt for the wall to support me when I first woke up, the world spinning around me. Now…no more dizziness! I had one day when I felt a little dizzy for a few minutes, but I can sense a significant difference. Maybe it’s all in my head (pun intended LOL), but I think the Gamma Knife made the difference. I thank the Lord daily for the treatment options available to me, keeping my body stable and going.

Today is chemo day. I came yesterday to get my monthly shot of Xgeva, and today I’m here for my infusion of Herceptin and Perjeta. My yesterday nurse asked why I didn’t move the shot to today and save a trip.  Duh! Why didn’t I think of that? That would have been a good move. But, it’s okay. I don’t mind. It gave me a reason to get out of the house on a cold, wintery day.

The nurses here are so kind and helpful. They did use my bloodwork from yesterday so I didn’t have to get poked again today. At least, that’s what I reasoned until a few minutes before my appointment when I realized I had not put the numbing cream on my port. Yeah, I do have to get poked, just not in the arm. Yet another silly blonde moment.  The cream really helps, and apparently I didn’t have it on long enough today–ouch–lesson learned….

Every time I come for chemo, I get a different nurse. I was reminded today that I have a one in twelve chance of getting the same one. I’m pretty sure I have run through all twelve of them by now, as we know each other by name.  It’s ironic because when I first started treatment in 2013, I had the same nurse several times in a row. Sometimes the lottery works out that way. I thought she was my own personal nurse until I got someone else. “Where’s Cathy?” I asked. That’s when I learned how the system actually works. I’ve had Cathy several times since then, but not today.

It is encouraging when I have an opportunity to converse with the nurses about life. Many of them are about my age, and we have similar life circumstances.  Today, my nurse and I collaborated on the joys of “raising” our young adult “children.” Feeling a bit nostalgic I don’t think we will ever quit worrying about our kids, regardless of chronology.  Now that they have families of their own, we have even more people to worry about. If you have little ones, enjoy the vexing while they are young. It is only temporary. Play with them. Love them. Teach them manners. Let them mess up the house, and then show them how to clean it up. Read to them. Bathe them. Laugh and cry with them. Say no to them, and say it firmly. Hug them and take good care of them. Discipline them. Don’t spoil them, but give them what they need. Don’t let the devil delude you into believing things will get better when…they are out of diapers…they go to school…they grow up…they move out…they have a family of their own…when…when…when. Don’t wait for life to pass you by while you wait for it to get easier. Life only gets more complicated with each passing moment. The future is inevitable and it will be here in the blink of an eye. Embrace whatever present is standing in front of you. It’s called the present because it is a gift. Unwrap it and live life today to abundance and overflowing with joy.

Jesus said, “A thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I have come so they may have life. I want them to have it in the fullest possible way.” ~John 10:10 (NIRV)

Á la prochaine…until next time…

Gamma Knife

Today was a big day. Our drive downtown was fairly uneventful. The traffic was lighter than usual; I imagine many folks are taking off work for the Christmas holiday weekend, and school is out for the winter break.  We valeted the car and got to my appointment about 30 minutes early. This is my first visit to the brain and spine center, but we have been to the main building before. If you have never been downtown Houston to the MDAnderson center, it is like a city all of its own. I remember the first visit here six years ago, when I was going through all the initial staging. I saw a sign to the aquarium, and I thought they had an actual aquarium here. Turns out, that is the name of one of their cafes. (Egg on face.) But, in my defense, it IS a very large place.

As we sat in the waiting room playing games on our iPads and listening to Property Brothers in the background, I asked Tim if he had any questions. He quipped, “will it kill much of the brain? Or better yet, will it restore any of the brain?” Yep, that’s my hubby.

All joking aside, we spent the whole day learning about this next phase of my cancer journey, the Gamma Knife procedure, and what it entails. I did break down and cry at one point as it is a bit overwhelming. But, thankfully, the wave of emotion didn’t last long. The nurse (Tina) was really sweet as she talked about the process and handed me a tissue.

So much for the “one and done” approach we had naively imagined. I should know better. Nothing is quick and easy when you get involved with cancer treatment at MDAnderson, or anywhere for that matter. The main campus is known for even longer waits. Today was no exception. After a thirty minute wait (an hour really, but we were 30 minutes early), Tina escorted us into a room she “stole,” because the others which belonged to my doctor were full. She took my vitals, described the Gamma Knife process, and discussed possible date options.  She also informed us of a YouTube video explaining everything MDA does with this treatment. We really liked her.  She was down-to-earth and truthful about the wait times as well.

Next, we were visited by the Physicians Assistant.  She was also very sweet and knowledgeable. Another explanation and some tests of strength and balance. Tim is my levity as he likened my walk across the room to the DUI test.  Not that I would know…fortunately.

Thirdly, we were visited by our very tall radiation oncologist, Dr. McGovern, who will follow me through all of the Gamma Knife procedures, now and later if needed.  Most likely there will be more; of course, no one is willing to predict the future. She explained how Gamma Knife actually works. It’s quite interesting, actually. The machine has 192 Cobalt beams that intersect at the exact location of the lesion. By itself, each beam is relatively harmless. But when they intersect, they send a combined large dose of radiation for what I consider an explosion into the lesion which “nukes” them. The table on which I will lay moves me into position so the beams intersect at the exact right location.  In this respect, a head frame is imperative (more on that in a minute). The frame prevents me from moving my head even a mm to zap the wrong spot in the brain. Each lesion takes about 15 minutes, so the entire procedure will be about an hour. This is just an estimate until we get the final MRI the day before the procedure.

In addition to a new radiation oncologist, I now have my very own neurosurgeon. “Is there any specialist I have not seen?” I wondered. Apparently, this is also required when you get the Gamma Knife.  I was fortunate Dr. Ferguson was available to see me today, so I don’t have to come back another day.  Initially they said 3:00, but we came back after lunch and I got a call saying to come on up. That was a real blessing! Lunch, by the way was delicious. We had crepes at Sweet Paris downtown.

Dr. Ferguson is the exact opposite in stature to Dr. McGovern. I believe she said she is West Indian; Tim missed that part of the conversation as he left the room to go find his Diet Pepsi which he left in the waiting room (and I’m the one with brain issues LOL). Funny thing is, he couldn’t remember which room I was in, so he opened the wrong door. Another doctor had to help him out. He opened our office room door and said this gentleman was looking for a good-looking wife, and since I was the best looking in the hallway would I take him. Yeah, I guess so.

Anyway, I digressed.

Dr. Ferguson asked if I wanted to see the pictures from my latest scan, and of course we said yes. The spots are very tiny, but I could see them as well.  To do this very precise procedure, one has to wear an aluminum frame, which I mentioned earlier. From hereon, I will dub it my “bedazzling crown.” I may not be a monarch, but I sense this crown will represent victory and triumph, (as it does for the royals), and represents power over this awful disease. Wearing it will enable me to feel victorious. I say it is bedazzling because I prefer to feel like I will be wearing something beautiful over a medical devise, for one. Also, when I think of the radiation beams attacking the lesions, I imagine a big firework display going off inside my head. THAT is bedazzling.

One responsibility of the neurosurgeon is to attach the crown to my head. Basically, they screw it in place. Do you want to hear more? I didn’t…feel free to stop reading. She is also now connected to me in the event I ever need brain surgery. Wow. I know some people who have had brain surgery, but I never thought I would think of that for me.

History.  All five professionals seen today took note of my history.  It’s amazing how they can summarize six years of treatment in a manner of minutes. Since 2012… Chemotherapy, mastectomy, radiation therapy, continued Herceptin through year one, reconstruction, and Tamoxifen until the MBC reoccurrence in 2016. 2017 started with more chemotherapy, Herceptin and Perjecta every three weeks for maintenance, with daily doses of Arimadex and a shot of Xgeva every month.

In January of this year we discovered two tiny spots in the brain. My medical oncologist sent me for an MRI after Tim astutely noticed I was unbalanced and a bit more fatigued.  These have been watched regularly, with no growth until the last scan. They are apparently growing at a snail’s pace, yet now there are three.

Treatment.  Mostly what we heard today was good news. It’s easier to treat these lesions when they are small, and there is a less than 5% chance of brain damage to the surrounding areas, much less than treating larger lesions. I also learned that the MRI scans I have been receiving take larger slices than the MRI they will do at MDAnderson. The day before my procedure, I will go in for another MRI, bloodwork, and training by the nurse. They will access my port so I don’t have to get an IV. The thinner slices on the MRI will uncover any other possible lesions, which will all be treated at the same time with the Gamma Knife.

The day of the treatment sounds like an exhausting day. While many people choose to work the day after, I am hoping to get this done over the break. Then I can rest before going back to work. I have to fast after midnight, and arrive early in the morning.  They will install my crown, do another MRI, and wait for my treatment time. I’m sure I’m missing some steps, but one thing I remember is that I will sit around and wait with my crown attached to my head until it is my turn for the Gamma Knife. They do three per day, so I could be first, second, or third. There is no specific time frame. They will bring me food, but otherwise I will sit and wait. During the treatment I can listen to music. Afterward, they will watch me for an hour and then I can go home.  We are hoping for an appointment on January 2nd, which means all the pre-treatment will be done on December 31st, since they are closed on New Year’s Day. Looks like we will get to see fireworks two days in a row.

We learned a lot — more than I was bargaining for.  We are on information overload once again.  It was a bit daunting. However, regardless of how we may feel at times, I know it’s going to be okay. God is on my side, and He is watching over me through this whole process.  This song by the Piano Guys always gives me a pick-me-up.

A la prochaine…until next time.

 

Christmas Chemo

Today is chemo day. It is also the exact date 6 years ago when I was first diagnosed with breast cancer (12/12/12).  Six years…wow. Time flies when you’re having … wait … what is that saying again?

I brought my nurse a blue mitten cookie from Panera Bread and she gave me a big hug. It warmed my heart like a mitten warms the hands. I don’t think we can hug our caregivers enough. They need to know we appreciate the work they do. I know it’s a small gesture, but I hope it makes her day.

As soon as I arrived, another nurse came scurrying into my room, in a bit of a panic, looking for barf bags. Yep, that’s what he said. Twice. Folks, this may be TMI, but these little rooms are not very soundproof; they are only closed by a thin curtain. I feel bad for the guy, really. My heart went out to him. No one should have to go through this. But, let’s just say, I am glad I brought my earbuds today or I might have also needed one of those bags. I’m listening to Christmas music on Pandora while getting my treatment. Francesca Battistelli has such a beautiful voice. Frankly, I could sit here and listen to her all day. Ahh. Much better than the alternative noises resounding in the hallway.

When I finish getting chemo, my nurse will leave the port accessed as I have my tri-monthly scans all day tomorrow. There is something comforting in knowing how to work the system. I called ahead and got an order to leave it accessed.  Now I won’t have to get poked with an IV tomorrow, risking another blown vein.  Again…comfort.

Even though it is time consuming, I am at peace knowing the juice going into my veins is keeping the cancer at bay. I fully expect to hear everything is stable after my scans tomorrow as well. When I spoke with the bone scan technician, she was so happy to hear my port will be accessed. That will save time. The scans are set for 9:00, 2:00, and 5:00, but they usually try to do them closer together when I arrive. Hopefully I won’t be here another whole day.

I got my hair colored this morning before chemo, so it has already been a busy day. Thanks to Tiffany for her willing spirit to try something different; she applied the HairPrint that I usually do at home. It’s an all natural product, but a bit messy when I do it.  I wanted my hair to look pretty for tonight’s annual Christmas party for the Breast Friends support group, which is where I’ll be heading as soon as I finish my treatment. Maybe I’ll see some of you there!

Á la prochaine … until next time…

Chemo, a Shot, and Florida-Bound

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This morning is interrupted by chemo day, my routine every three weeks. Usually this starts by giving blood first thing, working for a couple of hours at Panera, and then back for chemo. I brought my nurse some chocolate chippers from Panera, and this put a smile on her face. There was enough to share, so I think several people were happy. They do so much for us; I like to give them something in return.

Technically, my treatment is considered “biotherapy” for the HER2+ cancer cells; but it does require an infusion that takes about 2-3 hours from start to finish (after the labs are drawn).

I can taste it today. It tastes a bit metallic. A few more sips from my hot tea do the trick at least temporarily.

I just learned from my nurse that even though they draw labs every time, there isn’t really have any requirements on my blood work to get the Perjeta and Herceptin. I just have to get echos every three months to ensure my heart is strong.

My body is stable, and the lesions are no longer visible (except two teeny, tiny spots on the brain), so it’s worth a couple of hours every three weeks.

I’m in a corner room, which is only separated from other patients by a thin, drawn curtain. It is my least favorite room in this suite since it is not as private, but today has been fairly interesting eves dropping on the conversations of my fellow patients. The first patient was only here for a few minutes to get an injection. She is looking for a labradoodle, and her breeder brought in pictures of her new puppies.  That brought some excitement to the air.  The next patient, who is getting chemo while I am writing this blog, is apparently using the cold cap.  If you’ve never heard of this, it is a pretty cool (pun intended) invention.  Cancer patients can save their hair by the use of this cap while receiving chemo.

Beeping interrupts my train of thought as the nurse comes in to turn off the machine. One down, one to go. I’m also getting my Xgeva injection today. For some reason this one sometimes gets overlooked on my schedule, so I have to ask about it. I’m “supposed” to get this shot once a month to help strengthen my bones. Xgeva does have a prerequisite – calcium and phosphorus levels. I don’t understand it all, but they checked my blood and everything is find. The last shot was September 19th, so the nurse will give me one today.  Frankly, I’m glad to save a trip since it doesn’t always align with chemo day.

After my Herceptin is finished, and I get my shot, we will unplug and I will be on my way. Tim and I are packed and leaving for Florida as soon as we can. I’m taking some books in case anyone wants one at a huge discount. First-come, first-serve!

We are heading to our undergraduate alma mater – Warner University – for their Homecoming 50th anniversary celebration. In addition, Dr. Darr is being honored for his retirement after 40 years. He was leading the music program when I was there, and just retired at the end of last year. I will sing in the special alumni choir that has been put together for this celebration. I think there are almost 100 people in the choir.

Aside, in case you didn’t know, my undergraduate degree is in music and youth ministry. Attending school at Warner and singing in the groups transformed this painfully shy little girl into a confident young lady.  I used the skills I learned to lead worship for many years. I owe a lot to this place. Further, I met my lifelong companion there, and we have been together for 33 years.

I can’t wait to see everyone! I wonder if I will recognize people, or if they will recognize me…it’s been a loooong time.

Á la prochaine…until next time!