The chocolates that I ordered for him in London didn't make it, and I had to put a little smack down on the customer service agent who is now in therapy with the UPS guy, the Mom and any other creature that darkens my path! My kids are both at the Beach club working and so it is just Smookie and me and the crumbs of the dinners made to go. After you finish feeling sorry for me, realize that Matt had to tell me it had been 27 years not 28. Of course, he is celebrating our 35th. He bases his date on how long it feels! This year is a waste for me...no wine, no appetite for a good meal, so we will celebrate next June 4 in style!
Ed, my bro in law, whipped up some Meatza which is pizza with no crust to give me a protein boost this past weekend. Susie and Patrick came to drink the wine with Matt and Ed and eat the meatza with me. My old friend (just in how long we have been friends...since 1973!) Dennis Bates has moved to Seattle and he came as well. His husband, Ruy, had to work, so we had him all to ourselves. He told every wild story of our 1970s TWA flight attendant days and how did we make it through it! It was fun as Matt has never really known my Kansas City wild days and we laughed and cried all night!
On to the work at hand for chemo day! After a wonderful rush hour chat with Melanie Fink who braved I-5 there and back to the island, Dr. Kaplan was surprised that Matt allowed me in alone with no recording or pad to memorialize every word he uttered. When I assured him, I would pass along any information he agreed to work with me, but I noticed he took lots of notes!! My numbers are great. I am still within the normal range of the white blood cell count and everything else is holding steady. I have six more of these left and I am praying (and need you to do the same) that this continues. The idea of taking the white blood cell shots grows ever so unappealing and I like the rhythm we have going right now.
Next week starts the interviews with surgeons and I am both excited and nervous to move forward. While I know the path will be hard, it is closer to putting a big pink bow on this mess and that is something to celebrate! It will signal the time to start really asking for help when I need the surgery so stay tuned! Cindy Baker. who sat with me today since they were late and took me home, is helping me figure out what I really need. I promise I will reach out.
Another big thank you for the cards, flowers, gifts, comments, facebook likes....they all give me a big shot of love and that helps me in the battle.
I look around at the beautiful friendships I have made and realize how lucky I am to have all of you in my life. I am honored and humbled to call you friend.
I will probably update this next weekend after I have seen two of the three surgeons so don't think I have run off to Nashville. It is just me and that dirty ole meatloaf pan waiting on the return of the number one Man!
Smiles, hugs and good vibes