He will cover you with his feathers.
He will shelter you with his wings.
His faithful promises are your armor and protection.
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I will reward them with a long life.
--Psalm 91-ish
I have just one chemo left, praise the Lord!! That will be on October 28. Then I will have scans and, when the doctor deems me fit, will schedule surgery, hopefully before December 1. (I have Blue Cross insurance and I only have until December 1 to have the surgery at STE--after that I have to go to Bryan. I have nothing against Bryan, just that all my stuff and records is at STE.)
Chemo has gotten progressively worse. Well, let me clarify that. The actual chemo session is no worse. The side effects the following three weeks are what's getting worse. And I guess that is to be expected. The tumor is shrinking, but I had hoped it would be totally annihilated by now and, evidently, it is still there. Just smaller. But, smaller is good…
What does it feel like to be recovering from chemo? First few days there is lightheadedness--so much that I may take a knee while walking to the kitchen or in the shower. (I only shower when Loy is around those first few days.) Next, I progress on to the worst taste in my mouth that you've ever tasted! After a couple delightful days of that, we move on to feeling like you feel when you're just recovering from a bout of the real influenza. You know what I mean…when you get up to do something incredibly hard like get a drink and you think, "Gee, I've got to go lay down. My legs feel funny." But, thankfully, God made our bodies so they can bounce back and one day (I'm guessing tomorrow) I wake up and think, "Made it."
I am pretty much totally bald now, which DOES cut off a lot of time in front of the mirror in the mornings. I got one wig--a sporty little red one. Personally, I think I look incredibly cute in it, but it gives me a headache, so I wear it sparingly. Just when I want to go out without strangers looking at me and knowing I am sick. ("Oh, she is so brave to be out!") Usually I do scarves or hats. And, just for the record, bald heads get COLD!!! I mean, just in bed! I figure that maybe by Christmas I may be able to sport just short, short hair. We'll see how fast it comes back in. Hope it's not white…but I'll take care of that if it is! :)
I sold my car to my sister (for some of her 13 kids). Loy had told me a couple years ago I could get a new car whenever I was ready, but I liked my 10 year old Camry and it was a good car. But, when I got cancer I thought, "Gee…I have CANCER. I'm getting a new car." I was all set on a Prius (but I'm not planning on getting the new car until AFTER chemo is done.) but then put a search into a website and a sporty little Cadillac came up as my perfect car. I may have to rethink this car thing! I only drive one out of three weeks right now. The first week I'm kind of drugged, so don't drive. Loy thinks I'm kind of spacey and goofy the second week (I beg to differ) but I humor him and don't drive that week either. That leaves me Week #3 to drive, and since he walks to work, it's doable for now. But the car question is consuming my thoughts often these days.
Well, that's about it for me right now. I watch way too much TV and sleep lots. Richard Castle (do you watch that show?) is my new best friend. My dogs are getting fat and lazy sleeping on the couch with me. And I plan trips…constantly. I have a map over the couch and the trips that I've planned with take us years to complete!! This weekend we will head to Sioux Falls for a child dedication of the two cutest kiddoes in the world.
Kitt Out.
I was just wondering if that bad taste you get tastes like mint :)
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