Day 2

Day 3

My poor tummy

The shots are taking it out on my Tummy. I have few days I where will be having to take three shots a day. We are running out of places to give them. My Friend Judi R. suggested some lotion to use before and after each shot. I just got mine. I hope it helps.

Day 4

Dozing

It is starting to affect me Readers. I have had some meltdowns, even in front go my SIL. When you are on chemo it makes you think about being sick and what may happen in the future, which scares the shit out of me. I try not to think about it but it is so hard not too. So then I cry and I know it upsets My Man, me thinking of those things we can barely say.

Day 5

Day 7—All done except for my little friend.

Day 7 is done. I still have my little friend with me. My Friend Rebecca is going to come pick me up at 11am take me to get it taken off. Woot! then I will be really free. Having Robin here this past week help out a lot. I was so sad to see her go (country music and all)!! But after talking it over with her, My Man and my folks I have decided to take my next treatment at the hospital. It is just too much on me. Seven days and having to get up and get there, still try to be a mom and a wife cause I can’t help but too when I am home, it is too much on my body and my mind. I know it will suck for the boy but we can face time and he can visit.

I almost wrote happy Friday since I have no idea what day it is. You get lost in this world of chemo. It is Tuesday. Have a happy Wednesday. Thank you for all your good wishes and prayers. They really mean a lot to me, it is all kind of overwhelming.  Thanks.

Happy Sunday Readers!

How has your weekend been? Ours started out with great news from Dr. D. on Friday. There has been shrinkage! Woot! Woot! There are five tumors that they are tracking. In September one was as big as 9cm. 9cm! No wonder I was in so much pain. I can’t believe it was that big. That one has shrunk down to 5cm. The others have all also shrunk from the September CT scan. Dr. D seemed very pleased. We are all please but I am still freaking out inside. My Man says I need to enjoy the good news and keep thinking about it, not to about all the “What If’s ?” He is right, I do this in other aspects of my life. Something good will happen at work and instead of enjoying it, I think about negative things, “What if my practice doesn’t grow?” What I should be doing is focus on the positive. Ugh. I need to stop but how do I do that? Ideas?

Taken by Lynda Lou

The Boy had a wonderful Halloween. It was pretty chilly here but it did not stop The Boy and his friends from covering a good part of the neighborhood. Since Halloween was on a Friday, he got to spend a lot time trick or treating and got a lot of candy. Around 8pm it started to rain a bit but luckily no snow for the ATL.

Taken by Lynda Lou

My Man told The Boy that we would pay he 20 cents per piece he gave up to us. He was up for it and made out with enough candy and $12.00. We will keep some of that candy but we are also donating some of the candy to the troops. The Boys school is gather candy to send in gift boxes to our troops overseas. We are a gallon zip lock bag full to give.

Candy!

My SIL is on her way down from MI as we speak to help us for the next week. We are going to go out to dinner tonight and then Round 3 begins on Monday. We have cleaned the house from top to bottom. We have gone to three grocery stores to make sure that we have enough for dinner, snacks and The Boys lunch. Laundry has been done and put away. We have done are best to make sure there will be nothing I may freak out about next week . Monday and Tuesday I should be ok. However by Wednesday it should start to hit me. Hopefully all our preparation will pay off.

The sun is shinning in the ATL right now. It is in the 50’s, up from yesterdays 40’s and no where as windy. Hope you all are doing well. Be well. Be Safe.

My next five days.

Readers, if were to give my last week a grade it would be a huge, f-ing F. It sucked! Just sucked. This is was my week. I got my port accessed and go into the infusion center on Monday. You have seen pictures of it before.

It’s cold in there. Why is always so dam cold? I am covered in warm blankets. They give me my pre fluids which takes half an hour. Then I get nausea medication. Then I get the chemo which takes three hours. My nausea medication makes me very sleepy, so half the time end up falling asleep, no work for me. When my chemo is done on that first day, I get hooked up to my little friend who will be with me the next 7+ days.

My little friend…

He sleeps with me too.

The first day was long because we first had to meet with Dr. D. at 11:30am. The Boy had Monday and Tuesday off from school that week so he was with us; what a way to spend your mini vay cay. Sorry Boy. I really would rather have been anywhere else.

The Boy an Me

My Boys one is reading the Hardy Boys book.

So after Monday things kind of went to shit. We did not plan for a week of me being umber emotional, tired, stinky, (only sponge bathes and after a few cold ones, who cares any more) having high expectations on the state of house (fur balls having fur balls), having to eat and My Man running back and forth trying to work, picking me up from treatment and oh yeah, we have to pick The Boy up from school, make sure he eats, does homework (homework??) and make sure he bathes too. It was a mess. I was a mess. The pump makes a noise every 24 seconds and at times it is the loudest sound in the room and then at times I had to make sure it was working. It went with me everywhere I went. I had to make special place for it in the car, in the bed, while I peed etc. And as each day went by I just felt worse and worse. And cried more and more.

On Friday everyone at the treatment center were all cheerful saying “Yeah, It’s Your Last Day!” Yeah. No. I got to go two more days of this shit at the hospital. No weekend bullshit for me. One good thing. I got to sleep in. During the week, I had to get up to help Aidan get ready for school and get ready to go into treatment at 8:30am. No sleeping in. And I needed sleep because I was up one or two times a night cause I had to pee. Oh how I hate peeing. (I will say, I didn’t have to keep track of it (like in the hospital) so that was a major plus.) Treatment on the weekend wasn’t until 11:30am. The Boy was spending the night at the BF’s (Thank you Jennifer) so My Man got to stay with me all day on Saturday.

My own TV

My Man working.

Hi. It is day 6 and I am not fine.

I liked the hospital treatment center. For one thing, it wasn’t as cold. I walked in there looking like the walking dead but they were still so nice. “Not feeling to well huh Mrs. Hamer”, “Getting enough fluids?” (always with the peeing!) “Getting enough sleep?” My Man liked the hospital infusion because he liked having his own TV for Game Day and the MSU game. On Saturday I slept through most of the treatment. I was so beat. I smelled. I hated peeing. I was so done. I probably broke down in tears 5 different times that day. The Boy spent another night out (reason 3 why I cried) so on Sunday My Man did not stay with me. He went and got the boy and they went shopping…puppy needs his food from Costco.

After my treatment I still had My little Friend with me. I won’t get rid of him till 11:30am on Monday. I drove to the doctors and I should not have been behind the wheel. I was not in any condition to drive but I had to go in and My Man has a job. What are you gong to do?

It is Tuesday and I feel so much better than I did the day before. And this is how it will be. I will feel better as each day goes by till I get to November 3rd and I have to start the whole damn thing over again.