Day Thirty with Cancer/ Day Ten without Cancer:
I can't say that a lot happened today. We all spent a pretty good amount of time watching NCIS, Bones, CSI, etc. As a family, we seem to really love those forensic shows and medical dramas. Grandpa and I got out and took a walk to the end of the block. He's so funny. He said that all of the gawkers thought that I was such a nice, young girl taking her grandfather on a walk. It's sad that I can get so tired just walking to the end of the block and back. We got back just as the raindrops started falling. Grandpa said if the rain stopped, we'd have to go on another one. It didn't stop before the ladies needed to get ready to go.
Mom, grandma and I headed out right after we finished our dinner. We headed out to the church for the Pampered Chef party. When we got there Connor and Erik greeted us. Connor said, "Dere is a pawty in dare." He's adorable. I was surprised at the amount of people there. I think there had to be 40-something people. Miriam did a great job showing the products. Stacy and Julia were there. Julia ran up and hugged me and she said, "I knowed you were not sick." I was really happy that she seemed so excited that I was there. I really do miss those kids. Jason and Jenny's friend Wes came. He had said to me earlier in the day, "I'll be there. I have no idea what a Pampered Chef party is, but I'm coming." Seriously, sweetest. guy. ever. I am so moved by the amount of support I've gotten from their friends. Some of them I know, but most I don't. It's just really encouraging. It's awesome to see people come together and do completely selfless things for people they don't even know. Times are hard for all of us, but when tragedy strikes it's amazing to see how people unite. I couldn't eat most of the food that was there, but Sarah made me some breakfast quiche, sans the breakfast sausage. MMMM delish. I cannot wait. We helped Miriam clean up and then headed home. I couldn't believe it was 10 o'clock! I think the whole event was probably a little more than I could handle, but I'm glad I went anyway. It was great to see all the girls. I <3 the PCA teachers! :)
Song of the Day: Move (Mercy Me)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MmUDDxflt6o
Verse of the Day: Proverbs 27:17
As iron sharpens iron, so a friend sharpens a friend.
Day Thirty-One with Cancer/Day Eleven without Cancer:
These entries are titled so oddly. I'm not sure if I say I have cancer or I had cancer. I don't know which title would be more accurate or appropriate for my blog. This is supposed to be 365 days with cancer, but technically, it's not really in my body anymore. However, I think I'm considered in "remission" right now,(?) so do I still go with the "cancer" thing for the 5 years until I'm "out of the woods"? I have no idea how to handle this. Yes...these are things that you actually kind of have to think about after a diagnosis and surgery.
Today was a little off. I got up and did the normal, routine stuff. We watched House today instead of NCIS/CSI, but mainly things were the same. Mom and I went into the bathroom to cleanse my incision site and after a couple of minutes, I got much more woozy than usual. I felt really nauseated, my eyes started getting all spotted with white and I felt like I was going to pass out. I leaned my head back and started taking deep breaths and asked mom if she'd run and get me a glass of water. It helped me to feel better, but even after the "wound" was cleaned and I was back in my chair for a while, I was still feeling off. I finally got on the couch and just laid down. I tried to close my eyes for a bit. I dozed for a couple of minutes, but I wasn't able to sleep.
We decided to meet at Chops after dad got out of work. I tried to have a couple of ribs and some mashed potatoes. The potatoes were good, but they were the kind that have the skin mashed up in them. I'm not allowed that part of the potato, so I was trying to pick out all the little bits. I'm sure it would have been entertaining to watch.
I went to put new gauze on my belly and it really didn't look very good. I called mom in and she helped me clean it. She said she thought it was infected. I went upstairs and called the on-call nurses to see what they thought I should do. At that same time, I was trying to get out some clothes. I was supposed to go out with a couple of military friends who were in town. It's not every day I get a chance to see them. My vote to go out was quickly vetoed and I had to inform them that I wasn't coming after all. We did, however, decided to take a lovely trip to the emergency room. Not that this was what you'd call an "emergency", but I needed antibiotic and we weren't sure that my PCP was going to be in tomorrow. The on-call doctor that I spoke with from Dr. Vogel's office said that I could come in, but I'd have to come through the ER. So...we took about a half an hour, but finally decided that was probably the best choice. Dad stopped to get some coffee and then we drove the hour to Cleveland.
We sat in the waiting room for a fairly short amount of time. Maybe half an hour? I had my vitals taken and then went through registration before I was able to get back into a room. Dad came back with me. I had pretty much just gotten in there and gotten changed when the nurse came in. He was still giving his shpiel when Dr. Warrior (the one I'd spoken to on the phone) came in. He looked me over and gave us a few "are you serious?" looks, wrote me a prescription and was gone. Then the real waiting began. I was wondering if we might be able to leave and I had almost pressed my call button when another doctor walked in. He asked me questions, looked at the site and then left. Then we waited even more. Finally ANOTHER doctor comes in. He was lucky I hadn't already put my normal clothes back on. He says to me, "SO, do you want to get out of here?" I said, "YES, THAT WOULD BE GREAT!" I already had everything I needed. I certainly didn't need 5 more guys coming in and pulling my incision site apart and pushing on my extremely sore abdomen. No thanks. He basically did what all the other guys did, but even faster and then I was able to get my stuff back on. He took dad to get his ticket for parking validated and then we were off. We left our house at ten and got back home at 2. I guess that's pretty good for a trip to the ER that's an hour from you. I've been to closer ones for a lot longer than two hours (plus driving time). I'm surprised dad was able to stay awake coming home. He seemed really sleepy. It's times like that that I don't want to forget. He's been showing a slightly different character lately. I hope it doesn't go away soon, cause I'm pretty sure I like it.
Song of the Day: I Will Not Be Moved
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vyEMJBhCtU8
Verse of the Day: 1 John 4:10
This is real love-not that we loved God, but that He loved us and sent His Son as a sacrifice to take away our sins.
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