Well—It’s been quite a week. In fact, it’s taken a few days for me to process everything before readiness to pen the contents of today’s post was mine.
Will’s MRI report supports my orthopaedic surgeon husband’s self-diagnosis of having suffered a compression fracture in his lower back, resultant of his golf swing, seven weeks ago on the west coast. Will’s surgical removal of a slow growing melanoma near his eyebrow has been scheduled for next week, and as the new (small) tumor in my neck is malignant, I’ll start chemo in about two weeks with the probability of surgery in December. (Why Chemo before surgery? In hopes of shriveling this tumor’s cancer cells as well as those traveling throughout my body via my blood stream.)
While awaiting the results of my PET scan and Chest CT, I’d not expected to receive good news. Even so, the daunting reality of facing chemo, again, followed by yet another surgery, served to deflate my strength of spirit—temporarily.
Later this afternoon( after football occupies my mind), I plan to enjoy a large glass of gwertzereimer (sp?) in hopes of calming myself before enjoying a dinner of lemon/pepper wings and fried zucchini.
We received the unsettling nature of my report, last Friday, just before Will picked up Ravi from school, so we three could enjoy a sleep over—in case I feel too sick to have our granddaughter stay the night once chemo takes hold of me. Though ingesting this powerful medication orally may be less potent than the combination of drugs prescribed for intravenous absorption, chemo is still chemo, suggesting that we have no clue as to what sideeffects I may experience, personally.
As a special treat during our sleepover with Ravi, Dr. Papa (Ravi’s pet name for her grandfather) drove us to the hair salon, where Ravi enjoys discussing hairstyles with Tina (after the other stylists have left for the day).
When I’d asked, during breakfast on Saturday morning which part of our sleepover Ravi enjoyed the most, our kind-hearted granddaughter replied—I enjoyed being with you and Papa, because we’d not had a sleepover in so long that I thought we might never have one, again. And as we smiled at each other—tears, expressing suppressed emotion, filled my eyes …
Annie
Our last sleepover had been three years ago …
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