It's anything can happen Tuesday

First of all, much better day, so don't feel like you need a Prozac to read this post.  I did get some good quality sleep last night, which always helps.  The ENT team rounded way too early as usual, but my doctor said since the nodes were clean, no radiation.  Yay!  Yes, I can have a shower.  Yes, they are changing around my medication.  Yes, I will try the other formula to see if that works better.

Kelly had to go home today to get a few things done, so I was worried about having too much time on my hands and my rear (which, for the record, is really sore).  First lucky break is I got the attentive, young male nurse striving to make a good impression and he only had two patients.  Of course the first thing they tell him is they need a stool sample from me.  So much for that shred of dignity.  He was so nice about everything though.

I brainstormed my own one woman show.  At this point in the swelling/leakage I can be General Akbar, several characters from Beetlejuice, The God Father, Aunt Marge from Harry Potter, and a severed head. Let the suction on my trach go too long and you can add Darth Vader to that list.

I received many beautiful flowers here, but they didn't know I'd be staying this long either.  I cleaned out the clearly dead, rearranged the mostly dead and gave them all a little water.  Tucked away in a sweet bouquet from Piper and Karen was a little sprig of rosemary.  The smell reminded me so much of what I love about plants, herbs, gardening, and beauty.  That smell was more of a gift than you could imagine.

I walked 17 laps (not in a row).  Which is roughly a mile and a half.  It was a gorgeous day in Portland and the view from the 13th floor is quite spectacular.  I got nice new sheets and was able to take a nap on my side!  A good sleep and a break for my butt.

I don't know if having gauze squares in your pocket to catch drool is as jaunty as a hankie, but it will have to do.

Kelly brought me back a pile of cards and presents.  He has also gotten a bunch of oral cancer bracelets. The color is maroon, by the way.  Give Oral Cancer a voice.

I don't know when I'm going home, but I know why and I am ready to love my life.  Thanks for sticking with me through the pity party yesterday!