Much Better

First and foremost let me say, yes, Dawn Miller, I can be taught. You have to tell me the same thing five or six or ten times, but eventually I'll get it. So, yes, I set the timer for every two hours and put in food and water and moved around and lo and behold, I feel less like crap. You were right.

This is a vast improvement over yesterday when I somehow kept track of nothing, ate once late, and then not again for hours and by then it was too late and I threw it up. A yucky end to a yucky day.

Today was busy and better. Karissa had piano guild at 10:15, which necessitated picking her up from school, driving her across town, waiting for her to play, taking her for some food as she missed lunch at school, and then taking her back to school. This meant I had to actually get up and get dressed and be somewhat functional.

I did walk and I even folded part of a load of laundry. It is odd to feel a sense of accomplishment over such tiny milestones, but every little bit counts.

Kelly had a barrel of laughs. Dr. A wants to change the trach, but I need to have scans. The scans were ordered last Monday with the understanding that I had to have them in time to know about the fourth round of chemo. All last week passes. Nothing. Kelly calls Friday and hears nothing. Today he calls scheduling. Forty-five minutes plus being hung up on twice. Lovely. After it was all said and done, Thursday at 11:30. I hate that time because that means I have to fast for six hours. I will be working on my personal affirmations that I will be able get through the scans without any problems and that the results will be good.

Dr. A is able to squeeze me in on Friday for a trach change, but it will be tight. He is going to do it between surgeries, so we may have to wait up to an hour for him. It will be worth it to have a clean trach and find out what he thinks about the wound in my neck.

Now everything isn't roses and sunshine. The newest symptom today is numbness in my fingers. I am hoping it is from my neck and that Mia may be able to sort it out, but I suspect since my toes are also starting to go, I'm guessing it is the chemo.

I have no update on Sara, so I am going to go with the positive and hope that she is healing.

My SIL is slowly healing. She has a long road ahead of her, but she was a lot closer to being at the end of the road than we knew, so we are thankful that she on the mend.

For me, I hope for continued improvement this week and I am very focused on good scan news. Any energy you can contribute to that is greatly appreciated.

Hopefully,
Kiara