Okay - so maybe I've been spending a little, but my husband has been on board. Here are some of the products on which I've developed a bit of a crush in the last 6 months.
1. Genie Bra - not for everyone, I know. But unless I have to prep myself for a special occasion or my top requires a strapless undergarment, I will never wear another bra. It is sports bra-ish, but made of microfibre. It is incredibly comfortable with no riding, rolling, or sliding of straps and bands. My mother is likely unhappy that I would post about bras on my blog because, well, because she's Leslie. My thought is that this comfortable and wonderful bra has brought a lot of contentedness into my life and I thought this was a good place to spread the joy.
2. WEN Conditioning Shampoo - I was never the owner of beautiful hair. I have "alright" hair. Nothing to complain about, and nothing to brag about. And that's okay with me (most days). So I'm not coming at this with the attitude that we all need to have glamour model hair and we should all fall into the trap of spending lots of money in order to look a certain way. HOWEVER, there are some pretty nice bonuses to spending a bit more money on this product. Since January, when I started using Wen, I haven't had a bad hair day. (Disclaimer - I am talking about day one and two of cleanliness. I should use this every day to have optimal results, but the day after washing is still pretty good. I have oily hair at the roots, and day three is a NO-NO, but there are times it happens (at home only) and I am not counting those days. They are ALWAYS bad hair days.) Anyway.... NO bad hair days. Think about that. My hair isn't perfect and it still isn't modelicious, but I hardly spend any time on it, and it cooperates. It just looks good without having to do anything but put this cleansing conditioner on it when I shower. That's all. No other product. And because it doesn't have detergents, my hair ends don't dry out, and my hair is soft and shiny. I am always running my hands through it. And it just lays nicely on my shoulders instead of sticking out in frizzy fingers or molding to the shape of my head in limp lifelessness. I don't have that anymore and I LOVE that. I don't even worry about my hair. I just know it will be decent without any effort. That is a huge perk. I'm also growing out my bangs, and for the first time in about 20 years, I'm back to my natural hair colour. My bangs are for the first time, flowing off to the side while they are at that extremely annoying stage, so I don't always have to pull them off to the side in a little clip (which makes me feel like a little girl). Anyway, I'm loving it and don't foresee going back to regular shampoo, conditioner, leave-in conditioner, and volumizer any time soon.
3. Crocs - never had 'em. Think the original ones are ugly. Bought two pairs this spring and think I'll be buying more. Great casual summer options that feel like little pillows for your feet. I got a wedge sandal and a pair of funky flips. Warning - check reviews online, because some Crocs are really wide and roomy, and others are more suitable for narrower feet. They aren't really consistent between styles, so if you're normally an 8, it doesn't necessarily mean you'll be an 8 in every Crocs style. AND - if you order $100.00 or more from crocs.ca, shipping is free. :)
4. Wait. I can't remember. When I had the idea for this blog post I had 5 products, and now I'm stumped at 3. Oh well. There you go.
p.s. Jon deserves credit for introducing me to #1 and #2. Ask me if I'm happy that Jon goes out of his way to introduce me to products which he knows will cost him some coin, but will put a smile on my face and make my day-to-day womanly issues a little less inconvenient. I love him. (He also gifted me with a spa package last night - I'm getting prepared for a little spoiling.)
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Monday, March 19, 2012
Scans, fine china, and other things...
Here we are in mid-March, and I'm writing another random blog post after a long hiatus. Things are going well and I'm feeling pretty "up" these days. Had a scan today, therefore we suffered a bit of what the cancer community calls "scanxiety", but there's no sense worrying too much about that. We'll find out on Monday the results of that, and we'll also find out whether or not I'll continue with the next treatment. I assume yes, but I never know what new information my oncologist brings with him to our appointments, so there's no knowing for certain.
Spring has begun to show itself in the form of puddles and rubber boots at our house. There is a field near our home that can be pretty marshy even in dry weather - at this time of year it is the perfect place to utilize rubber boots and splash pants. They have so very much fun and I'm always faced with the predicament upon leaving the house - bring the camera and capture the moments for scrapbooking, or forget the camera and just live the moment with the boys without worrying about splashing or dropping my friend D90. I rotate.
With the spring weather comes an increasing need to get crackin' on the big plans for our trip. Campgrounds and attractions and closed roads.... so much to consider. It will be a wonderful time and I know we'll remember the trip with the boys forever regardless of how limited their little memories might be at this age. At least everyone is well aware that snapping pictures will be a HUGE priority for me, so I'll be shirking the parental duties perhaps more than the normal, non-trigger-happy parent?
My mind has been occupied by thoughts of china lately. Not the country. The dinnerware. Beautiful, delicate dinnerware. I have a large set of Blossom Time china. It's a lot of pink, but I love it for nostalgic reasons. And it is beautiful. Just not something we will use a lot for the men because, well, I just imagine the the old-school men in my life aren't going to jump up and down at the idea of pink floral dinnerware. (They won't jump for joy at any dinnerware.) I have a few pieces of Silver Birch (another Royal Albert pattern) and I love the little punches of colour amongst the muted greys of the tree trunks. I have recently been thinking how I don't have anything suitable for a special Christmas dinner. Perhaps I should have the Yuletide pattern as well. How silly! I think in our next home I'll have to have a beautiful, build-in wall unit to display these three sets (or more) when I've finished my collection. All that being said, I have been looking at pieces on kijiji just to see what's out there. Once in a while you can find someone who either doesn't know the dollar value of china or doesn't care and just wants it out of the way. I like to jump on those pieces. I'm currently waiting to hear from someone in Edmonton who wants to sell a few Blossom Time pieces (tea pot included) for a ridiculously low price.
The question is - to whom will I bequeath my china when my time has come to an end? Maybe a granddaughter? I understand not everyone wants china. I'm going to have to request three or four granddaughters who all want a set of Grandma's fine china. Any ideas how to start that process? :)
Appreciators of Royal Albert - here's what's got my blood pumping this week:
Below is the Blossom Time pattern - inspired by an orchard in our very own Annapolis Valley in 1933. Having this set displayed in my china cabinet makes me feel like I'm not that far away from the smells and sights of home - particularly in the spring.
Here is the Silver Birch pattern. I think my Grandmother Erickson had this set. I have a cup or two, but I'd love to have more.
For Christmas - I guess I don't know for sure if this is the real "Yuletide" pattern by Royal Albert, or if the next picture is? But I like both. I have an aversion to the tomato-red colour, and would appreciate these pieces just a little more if the red had a SLIGHTLY darker hue. Not burgundy, but deep red. The second picture shows a red that I like, but other pictures of that pattern online seem more tomato-y.
Does anyone have a favourite to share? Does anyone else CARE? ;)
Spring has begun to show itself in the form of puddles and rubber boots at our house. There is a field near our home that can be pretty marshy even in dry weather - at this time of year it is the perfect place to utilize rubber boots and splash pants. They have so very much fun and I'm always faced with the predicament upon leaving the house - bring the camera and capture the moments for scrapbooking, or forget the camera and just live the moment with the boys without worrying about splashing or dropping my friend D90. I rotate.
With the spring weather comes an increasing need to get crackin' on the big plans for our trip. Campgrounds and attractions and closed roads.... so much to consider. It will be a wonderful time and I know we'll remember the trip with the boys forever regardless of how limited their little memories might be at this age. At least everyone is well aware that snapping pictures will be a HUGE priority for me, so I'll be shirking the parental duties perhaps more than the normal, non-trigger-happy parent?
My mind has been occupied by thoughts of china lately. Not the country. The dinnerware. Beautiful, delicate dinnerware. I have a large set of Blossom Time china. It's a lot of pink, but I love it for nostalgic reasons. And it is beautiful. Just not something we will use a lot for the men because, well, I just imagine the the old-school men in my life aren't going to jump up and down at the idea of pink floral dinnerware. (They won't jump for joy at any dinnerware.) I have a few pieces of Silver Birch (another Royal Albert pattern) and I love the little punches of colour amongst the muted greys of the tree trunks. I have recently been thinking how I don't have anything suitable for a special Christmas dinner. Perhaps I should have the Yuletide pattern as well. How silly! I think in our next home I'll have to have a beautiful, build-in wall unit to display these three sets (or more) when I've finished my collection. All that being said, I have been looking at pieces on kijiji just to see what's out there. Once in a while you can find someone who either doesn't know the dollar value of china or doesn't care and just wants it out of the way. I like to jump on those pieces. I'm currently waiting to hear from someone in Edmonton who wants to sell a few Blossom Time pieces (tea pot included) for a ridiculously low price.
The question is - to whom will I bequeath my china when my time has come to an end? Maybe a granddaughter? I understand not everyone wants china. I'm going to have to request three or four granddaughters who all want a set of Grandma's fine china. Any ideas how to start that process? :)
Appreciators of Royal Albert - here's what's got my blood pumping this week:
Below is the Blossom Time pattern - inspired by an orchard in our very own Annapolis Valley in 1933. Having this set displayed in my china cabinet makes me feel like I'm not that far away from the smells and sights of home - particularly in the spring.
Here is the Silver Birch pattern. I think my Grandmother Erickson had this set. I have a cup or two, but I'd love to have more.
For Christmas - I guess I don't know for sure if this is the real "Yuletide" pattern by Royal Albert, or if the next picture is? But I like both. I have an aversion to the tomato-red colour, and would appreciate these pieces just a little more if the red had a SLIGHTLY darker hue. Not burgundy, but deep red. The second picture shows a red that I like, but other pictures of that pattern online seem more tomato-y.
Does anyone have a favourite to share? Does anyone else CARE? ;)
Thursday, November 10, 2011
One Year Metastasis Free!
It's almost foolish how long it's been since I last updated this blog. Almost at the point of no return - if I don't do it now, I'm apt to just forget all about it and let the blog drift into oblivion. But here I am, (over)sharing the events of our lives once again. Thanks for tuning in!
I guess I have reasons for being awol since April. In April I applied to Acadia University in Wolfville, NS (my alma mater) and was accepted into a graduate program offered online. I have been working on a few courses, and we're toying with the idea of me continuing the program to get my Masters degree in Education, likely specializing in curriculum studies or administration. We'll see if that happens. I can only work on the courses for as long as I'm still on medical leave as I have NO desire to mix teaching full time and graduate work. I know others do it, but (insert whiney voice here) I don't want to.
So I started two courses in the spring, and finished one before the end of June. The deadline for the other course was Oct 1st and I managed to get half of it done before summer hit. Surely I could muster up the motivation to get course work done during the beautiful summer months, right? You know, I was tired. Call it treatment fatigue, or call it "I'm the mommy of two pre-schoolers", but I was tired and in my quiet time, REALLY wanted to zone out rather than grow my brain. During the spring, I had two days a week when the boys went to their day home that I could devote to school work. When those days disappeared over the summer, I really struggled to get the work done. It didn't help that around this time I learned I would not be returning to work in September, so my motivation to get it done before my big trip home zipped down the toilet. The boys and I were booked to fly to NS to spend a month with my parents and to celebrate my grandfather's 100th birthday. I knew as soon as I booked that trip that I would NOT be meeting the original deadline for course #2. Jon and I agreed that I could ask for an extension and when I returned from NS and the boys went back to the day home twice a week, I could use those days again to finish the course. I've been home a month and I am working at a good pace. Will be done with lots of time to spare. I realize that I've missed writing assignments. I enjoy writing and aside from being a tad wordy (REALLY?), I can quite easily throw together some thoughts and make them sound coherent and purposeful. I'm glad we decided to do this - it gives me something of my own to work on during the quiet days. Having intellectual and educational goals never hurt anyone, right? Plus, it's something I can do to enhance my abilities as an effective teacher without having to leave the comfort and convenience of my home. (Those of you who know me and my side effects know how very important this is!)
Since graduating in 1999 in the two-degree program, I have been operating at a 5.875 (years of education) level. Even if they had told me that ahead of time, I would not have had room in my last two years of university to squeeze in another course as I was already scrunching 6 years worth of program into 5 years, and I spent my first year or two fooling around in courses that really didn't interest me. But this way, with these two courses I can upgrade to 6 years of education, which is the max (unless I get my Masters) so I should be able to see a salary increase when I do return to work.
Enough about school. My trip home was perfect - a great balance of time spent with lots of family and time spent with just Mom and Dad. I wanted that quiet time. Because my children will grow up away from my parents, it is very important to me that they have time together one-on-one to help establish a relationship and forge memories that will last a lifetime or more (got my camera!). The boys played and visited with Grammie and Grampie on their own, and then when their Chapman and Morris cousins were around, more fun was had. I was happy to be able to spend time with family and friends too. I just love going home, and this trip allowed me to see my first Maritime Autumn since 1998.
On the trip, William started to talk. He went from no words to 5-word sentences in a week. Crazy boy. But I love listening to him. "Mommy, boo tup, pwease. Momas." (Mommy, may I please have the blue Thomas cup?) Owen procedes to take in something new each day, whether it be a phrase, a game, a song, a word (oops - gotta watch my mouth), or even an attitude. I never know what he's going to say. Lots of randomness with this boy! (Aw, Mommy. Don't cry. I wuv you. I really do wuv you. Now don't you give me any attitude.)
As far as treatment goes, we are still plugging along. I have a 3-hour infusion of ipilimumab (renamed Yervoy since becoming FDA- approved for stage IV this past spring) every 12 weeks. I am fortunate to be able to drive 50 minutes to get to a world-class medical facility that specializes in cancer care, treatment, and research. My treatment "weeks" consist of a CT scan of the abdomen and pelvic region, then a few days later I have a physical, bloodwork, and results from those in a consult. The day after that I go in for my treatment, and that is sometimes followed by specialist appointments such as glaucoma specialists, gastro-intestinal specialists, and my melanoma specialist. Typically when treatment comes around, I am heading into the city 4 or 5 times within 7 days. I don't mind the drive at all, and if I'm feeling up to it, I can stop and shop a bit before or after an appointment. Can a mother of young children really complain about nice quiet car rides and a wee bit of shopping sans children? I think not.
I was due to have treatment in October but my side-effects have been a bit more troublesome since August, so instead, my infusion for this round was cancelled and instead I'll be seeing yet another specialist on Monday to make sure there are no problems going on as a result. My next treatment week will be the first full week in January.
I was just realizing last night that it was November 9th - one year from the day of my first surgery, where they did what's called a wide-local excision and a sentinel lymph node biopsy. My excellent surgeon was able to do the excision without doing a skin graft (like my melanoma specialist had expected) and as a result, the scar is amazing. It could be like a large crater, but it just looks like a 6 inch train track running down my arm. This time last year I was concerned about the results of the biopsy, and we were worried about lymphodoema in my left arm. Oh the exercises! They hurt. Several times a day Jon made sure I was working to bring my arm up over my head. I just remember thinking it felt like I was holding a tonne of bricks when I tried to get higher than my head. As a result, though, I have had no lymphodoema trouble thus far and my mobility is pretty much back to normal.
One year later, and I've had 6 scans and a few scares, but so far no recurrence. The stats were 60-70% chance of recurrence within 3-5 years based on the depth of my melanoma and the fact that it was ulcerated, and we are one year in with no sign. I know, I know... God doesn't work in numbers. It's not a CHANCE that it might recur - it either will or it will not. We have spent a great deal of time praying that it does not, obviously. But I will admit that Jon and I have both become a little too comfortable with my progress and I don't want to rely on another scare to bring us to our knees again. Get on your knees, Tricia. Thank God for your life. For your family, your husband, and your beautiful boys. For your job security and benefits and quality medical attention. For your friends. For your freedom. Amen.
I guess I have reasons for being awol since April. In April I applied to Acadia University in Wolfville, NS (my alma mater) and was accepted into a graduate program offered online. I have been working on a few courses, and we're toying with the idea of me continuing the program to get my Masters degree in Education, likely specializing in curriculum studies or administration. We'll see if that happens. I can only work on the courses for as long as I'm still on medical leave as I have NO desire to mix teaching full time and graduate work. I know others do it, but (insert whiney voice here) I don't want to.
So I started two courses in the spring, and finished one before the end of June. The deadline for the other course was Oct 1st and I managed to get half of it done before summer hit. Surely I could muster up the motivation to get course work done during the beautiful summer months, right? You know, I was tired. Call it treatment fatigue, or call it "I'm the mommy of two pre-schoolers", but I was tired and in my quiet time, REALLY wanted to zone out rather than grow my brain. During the spring, I had two days a week when the boys went to their day home that I could devote to school work. When those days disappeared over the summer, I really struggled to get the work done. It didn't help that around this time I learned I would not be returning to work in September, so my motivation to get it done before my big trip home zipped down the toilet. The boys and I were booked to fly to NS to spend a month with my parents and to celebrate my grandfather's 100th birthday. I knew as soon as I booked that trip that I would NOT be meeting the original deadline for course #2. Jon and I agreed that I could ask for an extension and when I returned from NS and the boys went back to the day home twice a week, I could use those days again to finish the course. I've been home a month and I am working at a good pace. Will be done with lots of time to spare. I realize that I've missed writing assignments. I enjoy writing and aside from being a tad wordy (REALLY?), I can quite easily throw together some thoughts and make them sound coherent and purposeful. I'm glad we decided to do this - it gives me something of my own to work on during the quiet days. Having intellectual and educational goals never hurt anyone, right? Plus, it's something I can do to enhance my abilities as an effective teacher without having to leave the comfort and convenience of my home. (Those of you who know me and my side effects know how very important this is!)
Since graduating in 1999 in the two-degree program, I have been operating at a 5.875 (years of education) level. Even if they had told me that ahead of time, I would not have had room in my last two years of university to squeeze in another course as I was already scrunching 6 years worth of program into 5 years, and I spent my first year or two fooling around in courses that really didn't interest me. But this way, with these two courses I can upgrade to 6 years of education, which is the max (unless I get my Masters) so I should be able to see a salary increase when I do return to work.
Enough about school. My trip home was perfect - a great balance of time spent with lots of family and time spent with just Mom and Dad. I wanted that quiet time. Because my children will grow up away from my parents, it is very important to me that they have time together one-on-one to help establish a relationship and forge memories that will last a lifetime or more (got my camera!). The boys played and visited with Grammie and Grampie on their own, and then when their Chapman and Morris cousins were around, more fun was had. I was happy to be able to spend time with family and friends too. I just love going home, and this trip allowed me to see my first Maritime Autumn since 1998.
On the trip, William started to talk. He went from no words to 5-word sentences in a week. Crazy boy. But I love listening to him. "Mommy, boo tup, pwease. Momas." (Mommy, may I please have the blue Thomas cup?) Owen procedes to take in something new each day, whether it be a phrase, a game, a song, a word (oops - gotta watch my mouth), or even an attitude. I never know what he's going to say. Lots of randomness with this boy! (Aw, Mommy. Don't cry. I wuv you. I really do wuv you. Now don't you give me any attitude.)
As far as treatment goes, we are still plugging along. I have a 3-hour infusion of ipilimumab (renamed Yervoy since becoming FDA- approved for stage IV this past spring) every 12 weeks. I am fortunate to be able to drive 50 minutes to get to a world-class medical facility that specializes in cancer care, treatment, and research. My treatment "weeks" consist of a CT scan of the abdomen and pelvic region, then a few days later I have a physical, bloodwork, and results from those in a consult. The day after that I go in for my treatment, and that is sometimes followed by specialist appointments such as glaucoma specialists, gastro-intestinal specialists, and my melanoma specialist. Typically when treatment comes around, I am heading into the city 4 or 5 times within 7 days. I don't mind the drive at all, and if I'm feeling up to it, I can stop and shop a bit before or after an appointment. Can a mother of young children really complain about nice quiet car rides and a wee bit of shopping sans children? I think not.
I was due to have treatment in October but my side-effects have been a bit more troublesome since August, so instead, my infusion for this round was cancelled and instead I'll be seeing yet another specialist on Monday to make sure there are no problems going on as a result. My next treatment week will be the first full week in January.
I was just realizing last night that it was November 9th - one year from the day of my first surgery, where they did what's called a wide-local excision and a sentinel lymph node biopsy. My excellent surgeon was able to do the excision without doing a skin graft (like my melanoma specialist had expected) and as a result, the scar is amazing. It could be like a large crater, but it just looks like a 6 inch train track running down my arm. This time last year I was concerned about the results of the biopsy, and we were worried about lymphodoema in my left arm. Oh the exercises! They hurt. Several times a day Jon made sure I was working to bring my arm up over my head. I just remember thinking it felt like I was holding a tonne of bricks when I tried to get higher than my head. As a result, though, I have had no lymphodoema trouble thus far and my mobility is pretty much back to normal.
One year later, and I've had 6 scans and a few scares, but so far no recurrence. The stats were 60-70% chance of recurrence within 3-5 years based on the depth of my melanoma and the fact that it was ulcerated, and we are one year in with no sign. I know, I know... God doesn't work in numbers. It's not a CHANCE that it might recur - it either will or it will not. We have spent a great deal of time praying that it does not, obviously. But I will admit that Jon and I have both become a little too comfortable with my progress and I don't want to rely on another scare to bring us to our knees again. Get on your knees, Tricia. Thank God for your life. For your family, your husband, and your beautiful boys. For your job security and benefits and quality medical attention. For your friends. For your freedom. Amen.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Could it be spring?
Hi all,
Sorry it's been so long since I have updated. I guess there is a lot going on at our house this... um... spring? We thought it was spring, as our snow was melting and our streets were running like rivers. Then last week we got another little blizzard, leaving us with 15ish more centimeters of the white stuff. This week looks good - sunshine for until next week, and maybe even night times above zero by then too. Yes, spring will come. Question is, will we be hiding Easter eggs in snow this year instead of in the grass?
I guess the purpose of this blog was to update those that cared about cancer treatment and such. Well, I finished my last induction treatment at the beginning of April. That means I am now in the maitenance phase, and I will be getting the same treatment every three months instead of every three weeks. I am getting all of the typical side effects from this drug, and all but one come in waves. I'll go a few days with no rash and minimal itching, and then it will hit me full force, all over my torso, legs, arms, and drive me just about batty. Aveeno seems to work somewhat, and the rash isn't painful (just a bit "firey") so I can't complain too much. I am feeling a bit tired lately, and headaches come and go, but mostly I am the same as always, feeling pretty good and able to get enough done in a day to feel useful.
Oh - for those who didn't know, at the end of March, the FDA approved ipilimumab (now named Yervoy) for advanced stages of cancer (some stage III and stage IV). This was GREAT news. If cancer does return for me, I will be able to get the same drug I am already on. It is a big breakthrough for those patients waiting for some sort of treatment - especially those who have gone through the few options there are and are kind of sitting ducks. The approved treatment is 3 mgs per dose, and my clinical trial is 10mgs per dose, so I'm really being hammered with this stuff!
I will have my next CT scan this Wednesday, and an appointment on Thursday - maybe I'll get the results back from the scan then? It's been 3 months since my last scan. Melanoma is a fast-growing cancer, and will form masses within 2 weeks. It's a yucky thought. Anyway, I would appreciate your prayers that the scan will be clear again. It's nervewracking but I do know and believe that God already has it all figured out and will not be surprised either way. I have many more thoughts on this, but I had better stop now as thinking about it doesn't help my anxiety level... thanks for understanding.
So it's Easter which means MUSIC. There is a lot going on this week with rehearsals, sound checks, services, in addition to school work, scans and appointments, and me having the boys all day this week as it is Easter break. AND - we made big plans this weekend to have Erica, Brent and the kids here for Easter weekend. Mel and Matt (Jon's sister and husband) and the girls will be in Camrose with Jon's parents, so we'll have a great time between here and there, eating, egg-hunting, and churching. I'm really looking forward to it. We do have a pretty fun family...
I started my course a few weeks ago - Education and the Law. I was doing fairly well at getting a few hours in each day and I am working on my 3rd of 13 assignments (did quite well on my first one - 9/10). It's nice to know that I can slip back into the groove without too much difficulty. At least at this point. I'm sure the expectations will change as I work my way through. I know this week will be a write-off in terms of quality work time with everything else that is going on. Work harder next week, maybe?
I am beyond frustrated with the paperwork side of this medical leave. ARGH. I have had to hassle both my general practitioner and my oncologist for the paperwork they have had in their possession for weeks and weeks because ASEBP (school benefits people) calls me almost daily to ask if I have had any luck. I have not been paid at all for the month of March, and April is more than half over. Makes things a little financially.... snug. Apparently, my oncologist mailed his off last week and my GP was doing his over the weekend. I will call today and pick it up today if it's ready, so I can mail it off myself. I am so done with this headache procedure, and I'm sure that once it's all finished, there will be a glass (or four) of wine and a soak in the tub waiting for me.
So, I dislike ending this post on that note. What fun thing shall I write about? The boys have been sick since Thursday night but fevers are gone and they are playing happily this morning? That's happy. Jon works a great shift this week and will be home by supper time each night? That's happy too.
Until next time,
Tricia
p.s. Easter is a holiday that I would like to be as celebrated as Christmas in my house. It has even more significance and fills me with more conviction, hope, and gratitude than any other time of year. I'm wishing you a meaningful, hope-filled Easter 2011. <3
Sorry it's been so long since I have updated. I guess there is a lot going on at our house this... um... spring? We thought it was spring, as our snow was melting and our streets were running like rivers. Then last week we got another little blizzard, leaving us with 15ish more centimeters of the white stuff. This week looks good - sunshine for until next week, and maybe even night times above zero by then too. Yes, spring will come. Question is, will we be hiding Easter eggs in snow this year instead of in the grass?
I guess the purpose of this blog was to update those that cared about cancer treatment and such. Well, I finished my last induction treatment at the beginning of April. That means I am now in the maitenance phase, and I will be getting the same treatment every three months instead of every three weeks. I am getting all of the typical side effects from this drug, and all but one come in waves. I'll go a few days with no rash and minimal itching, and then it will hit me full force, all over my torso, legs, arms, and drive me just about batty. Aveeno seems to work somewhat, and the rash isn't painful (just a bit "firey") so I can't complain too much. I am feeling a bit tired lately, and headaches come and go, but mostly I am the same as always, feeling pretty good and able to get enough done in a day to feel useful.
Oh - for those who didn't know, at the end of March, the FDA approved ipilimumab (now named Yervoy) for advanced stages of cancer (some stage III and stage IV). This was GREAT news. If cancer does return for me, I will be able to get the same drug I am already on. It is a big breakthrough for those patients waiting for some sort of treatment - especially those who have gone through the few options there are and are kind of sitting ducks. The approved treatment is 3 mgs per dose, and my clinical trial is 10mgs per dose, so I'm really being hammered with this stuff!
I will have my next CT scan this Wednesday, and an appointment on Thursday - maybe I'll get the results back from the scan then? It's been 3 months since my last scan. Melanoma is a fast-growing cancer, and will form masses within 2 weeks. It's a yucky thought. Anyway, I would appreciate your prayers that the scan will be clear again. It's nervewracking but I do know and believe that God already has it all figured out and will not be surprised either way. I have many more thoughts on this, but I had better stop now as thinking about it doesn't help my anxiety level... thanks for understanding.
So it's Easter which means MUSIC. There is a lot going on this week with rehearsals, sound checks, services, in addition to school work, scans and appointments, and me having the boys all day this week as it is Easter break. AND - we made big plans this weekend to have Erica, Brent and the kids here for Easter weekend. Mel and Matt (Jon's sister and husband) and the girls will be in Camrose with Jon's parents, so we'll have a great time between here and there, eating, egg-hunting, and churching. I'm really looking forward to it. We do have a pretty fun family...
I started my course a few weeks ago - Education and the Law. I was doing fairly well at getting a few hours in each day and I am working on my 3rd of 13 assignments (did quite well on my first one - 9/10). It's nice to know that I can slip back into the groove without too much difficulty. At least at this point. I'm sure the expectations will change as I work my way through. I know this week will be a write-off in terms of quality work time with everything else that is going on. Work harder next week, maybe?
I am beyond frustrated with the paperwork side of this medical leave. ARGH. I have had to hassle both my general practitioner and my oncologist for the paperwork they have had in their possession for weeks and weeks because ASEBP (school benefits people) calls me almost daily to ask if I have had any luck. I have not been paid at all for the month of March, and April is more than half over. Makes things a little financially.... snug. Apparently, my oncologist mailed his off last week and my GP was doing his over the weekend. I will call today and pick it up today if it's ready, so I can mail it off myself. I am so done with this headache procedure, and I'm sure that once it's all finished, there will be a glass (or four) of wine and a soak in the tub waiting for me.
So, I dislike ending this post on that note. What fun thing shall I write about? The boys have been sick since Thursday night but fevers are gone and they are playing happily this morning? That's happy. Jon works a great shift this week and will be home by supper time each night? That's happy too.
Until next time,
Tricia
p.s. Easter is a holiday that I would like to be as celebrated as Christmas in my house. It has even more significance and fills me with more conviction, hope, and gratitude than any other time of year. I'm wishing you a meaningful, hope-filled Easter 2011. <3
Friday, March 4, 2011
March? Already?
Wasn't it just October? It's been 5 months since the ulgly mela-diagnosis. Wow. It's been too long since my last post. I have no real excuses - I'm not too too busy, but I guess I have lacked inspiration and ideas. I'm not feeling particularly inspired or "idea-full" today either, but I think it will all be okay.
I just used a neti-pot for the first time, thanks to the prompting of a few girlfriends this morning. Apparently you aren't supposed to use it if your nasal passage is completely blocked. Oops. Girls! Hopefully nothing nasty happens as a result of that little mistake. I will admit it was MUCH more convenient to use than the make-shift one I tried out last weekend using a funnel and my own saline solution. Today's didn't burn nearly as much.
Some of my singing friends and I are preparing music for a local women's retreat, and we're working on some quartets for Easter services in our city. S, T, and J - do you know that I love singing with you? Not just singing, either. You're cool if we're singing or not. :)
I have to write a resume? A what??? A resume? How do I write one of those? I've completely forgotten. I haven't written one since my final year in university, when I applied for three teaching positions. You may wonder why I would need a resume. Well, Jon and I have always been the "I want to go back to school someday" kind of couple, and this time in my life screams, "DO IT NOW! DO IT NOW!" It's true - I will never have a time like this again - my children go off to the day home, I am not working, and I'm still (sort of) getting paid. I am apparently only 4 credit hours away from moving up on the pay grid, so why the heck would I NOT move on this? Of course, each univeristy course is 3 credit hours, so I can't just take one course. I have chosen to take online courses through Acadia, my alma mater. Convenient. No transfer of transcripts. But I have to write a resume?
Anyway, I am registering for two graduate level courses, which would be enough to bump me up to 6 years on the pay scale (I'm currently at 5.875 and have been since May 1999). Another fun fact - I'm assuming (hoping?) that these graduate courses would also apply if I was to take my masters at some point as well. My hope is that I can work on these courses this spring and get them mostly done by the end of June. Wish me luck. The only thing standing in my way is wriitng this stupid resume. I don't even know where to start. Pointers? I guess I have to remember that I'm not applying for a job there; they just want to know my post-graduate work history. That won't take more than a sentence or two. If I'm this nervous about the resume, what state will I be in when asked to do my first assignment? (I'm kind of nerd, so I know I'll be fine. Plus I have an uber-articulate-nerd living with me for help when needed.)
Treatment is going well, I assume. I am certainly feeling like I am getting this drug rather than the placebo. I don't want to be stupid about it, so I'm not convincing myself of that, but I'm still fairly certain. I have little side effects (too personal to post about here) that are, at this point, very manageable. However manageable they are, they are consistent and have been present since the day after the first treatment. It's been a month. I have a hard time explaining these side effects any other way. So, that's cool.
Some of you have asked what treatment is like. Well, "it" is sort of spread across two days. On day one, I drive myself up and do paperwork, bloodwork, more paperwork, then meet with the clinical trial nurse and then my oncologist for a physical exam. Ideally, the results from my labwork should be available by the time I meet with the doctor (that's how they schedule it - an hour or more between), but that hasn't happened yet. I think the lab is, like most labs, slightly behind. I can't complain too much, though. They run a pretty tight ship up there, and I'm rarely kept waiting long.
On day two, Jon drives me up and drops me off (as per my request). I get a fun warm pack to put on my arm, then an iv is started, and I'm led to the bed/chair that I'll be in for the session. There are many of us in one room, so people-watching and visiting are often viable options to pass the time. After the nurse goes over the treatment with you (to make sure you know what you're getting and as another safety check to make sure there isn't a mix up), they hook up the machine. Normally it's a few minutes of saline first, then 90 minutes of the drug. They have to do vital signs before, during, and after the treatment, and since they won't do blood pressure on the arm with the iv, and I am not allowed to have it done on my left arm, they do blood pressure on my leg. Did you know that your blood pressure reads way higher on your leg? It freaked me out the first time. I'm normally a 105/65 girl, but on my legs it's more like 140 over... I can't remember. Something higher than 65. TOO HIGH. Apparently it's normal. Moving on - after the 90 minute infusion, they leave the iv in and start the 60 minute observation, just to make sure my body doesn't have an adverse reaction to the treatment. They take the iv out and I'm sent on my way. That's it. No biggie. I read, I visit, I text Jon, and then I'm done.
I am on a mission - to strive to keep my actions and attitude pleasing to God. Situations that frustrate and scare me, people who aggravate me, time that limits me.... all things that challenge my resolve. There are several things going on in life right now (little and big) that seem to want to engulf me in anger, bitterness, and even self-righteousness. (Don't worry, family - I am fine!) May God grant me the heart, words, and ears of a humble servant. Those of us who tend to be overly confident and overly confrontational find this to be a challenge indeed.
I just used a neti-pot for the first time, thanks to the prompting of a few girlfriends this morning. Apparently you aren't supposed to use it if your nasal passage is completely blocked. Oops. Girls! Hopefully nothing nasty happens as a result of that little mistake. I will admit it was MUCH more convenient to use than the make-shift one I tried out last weekend using a funnel and my own saline solution. Today's didn't burn nearly as much.
Some of my singing friends and I are preparing music for a local women's retreat, and we're working on some quartets for Easter services in our city. S, T, and J - do you know that I love singing with you? Not just singing, either. You're cool if we're singing or not. :)
I have to write a resume? A what??? A resume? How do I write one of those? I've completely forgotten. I haven't written one since my final year in university, when I applied for three teaching positions. You may wonder why I would need a resume. Well, Jon and I have always been the "I want to go back to school someday" kind of couple, and this time in my life screams, "DO IT NOW! DO IT NOW!" It's true - I will never have a time like this again - my children go off to the day home, I am not working, and I'm still (sort of) getting paid. I am apparently only 4 credit hours away from moving up on the pay grid, so why the heck would I NOT move on this? Of course, each univeristy course is 3 credit hours, so I can't just take one course. I have chosen to take online courses through Acadia, my alma mater. Convenient. No transfer of transcripts. But I have to write a resume?
Anyway, I am registering for two graduate level courses, which would be enough to bump me up to 6 years on the pay scale (I'm currently at 5.875 and have been since May 1999). Another fun fact - I'm assuming (hoping?) that these graduate courses would also apply if I was to take my masters at some point as well. My hope is that I can work on these courses this spring and get them mostly done by the end of June. Wish me luck. The only thing standing in my way is wriitng this stupid resume. I don't even know where to start. Pointers? I guess I have to remember that I'm not applying for a job there; they just want to know my post-graduate work history. That won't take more than a sentence or two. If I'm this nervous about the resume, what state will I be in when asked to do my first assignment? (I'm kind of nerd, so I know I'll be fine. Plus I have an uber-articulate-nerd living with me for help when needed.)
Treatment is going well, I assume. I am certainly feeling like I am getting this drug rather than the placebo. I don't want to be stupid about it, so I'm not convincing myself of that, but I'm still fairly certain. I have little side effects (too personal to post about here) that are, at this point, very manageable. However manageable they are, they are consistent and have been present since the day after the first treatment. It's been a month. I have a hard time explaining these side effects any other way. So, that's cool.
Some of you have asked what treatment is like. Well, "it" is sort of spread across two days. On day one, I drive myself up and do paperwork, bloodwork, more paperwork, then meet with the clinical trial nurse and then my oncologist for a physical exam. Ideally, the results from my labwork should be available by the time I meet with the doctor (that's how they schedule it - an hour or more between), but that hasn't happened yet. I think the lab is, like most labs, slightly behind. I can't complain too much, though. They run a pretty tight ship up there, and I'm rarely kept waiting long.
On day two, Jon drives me up and drops me off (as per my request). I get a fun warm pack to put on my arm, then an iv is started, and I'm led to the bed/chair that I'll be in for the session. There are many of us in one room, so people-watching and visiting are often viable options to pass the time. After the nurse goes over the treatment with you (to make sure you know what you're getting and as another safety check to make sure there isn't a mix up), they hook up the machine. Normally it's a few minutes of saline first, then 90 minutes of the drug. They have to do vital signs before, during, and after the treatment, and since they won't do blood pressure on the arm with the iv, and I am not allowed to have it done on my left arm, they do blood pressure on my leg. Did you know that your blood pressure reads way higher on your leg? It freaked me out the first time. I'm normally a 105/65 girl, but on my legs it's more like 140 over... I can't remember. Something higher than 65. TOO HIGH. Apparently it's normal. Moving on - after the 90 minute infusion, they leave the iv in and start the 60 minute observation, just to make sure my body doesn't have an adverse reaction to the treatment. They take the iv out and I'm sent on my way. That's it. No biggie. I read, I visit, I text Jon, and then I'm done.
I am on a mission - to strive to keep my actions and attitude pleasing to God. Situations that frustrate and scare me, people who aggravate me, time that limits me.... all things that challenge my resolve. There are several things going on in life right now (little and big) that seem to want to engulf me in anger, bitterness, and even self-righteousness. (Don't worry, family - I am fine!) May God grant me the heart, words, and ears of a humble servant. Those of us who tend to be overly confident and overly confrontational find this to be a challenge indeed.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Two weeks in...
... and still feeling pretty good. The fatigue after the first day or two of treatment has really subsided and I'm just left with a few minor little things that are causing major mind games... "Is that a symptom?" "I've always had that, but this..." and "I wonder if that is because of this or is my mind causing that to happen?" I have to just stop and walk away from those nasty little games in order to save my sanity. Anyway, I am feeling almost 100% after having tonsilitis (cause of the month-long hacking cold) and the rest of the family seems to have recovered after the circulating bug we've had since New Year's Day. The weather this week has upped our spirits even more, and I'm feeling really on top of the world in terms of staying organized and scheduled. Oh - except for getting into a little fender bender - that certainly dropped me down a notch or two. But not for long. I had a couple of productive and encouraging meetings, a day shopping with my best friend, a day out with Jon to see the RV Show, a lingerie party for another friend, and lots of time in between with my boys (who are back to believing in sleeping through the whole night at least most of the time). It's been a great week.
Valentine's Day doesn't hold a lot of weight in our house, and it never did, even when Jon and I were dating. He has always taken offense to Hallmark's demands that every good husband WILL spend money on this particular day to prove that he is romantic and worth keeping. You could be a loser all year, but if you buy roses, chocolate, even diamonds on one day in February, you are romantic. Now, I agree with his philosophy wholeheartedly, but as my friend and I discussed the other day, I still feel a little left out on Valentine's Day. It just causes me to dislike the day in general. I need to focus on my two little valentines and use the opportunity to teach them how to treat a lady. Maybe that should be Jon's job...
I have been giving some serious consideration to taking a few courses. Many years ago I squeezed two degrees into 5 years and one summer, and that was great and all, but as a result, I ended up with my TC5 rather than my TC6. From what I can figure, I am only 4 credit hours away from this TC6, and I have always intended to make up for that some day. Well, Jon and I have discussed that perhaps "some day" is now. I can't imagine I will ever have an opportunity like I do now - "sick" but healthy, sending my children off to the day home every weekday. In hindsight, when I was on maternity leave with Owen, I could have taken a course or two. He was such a good baby. But I didn't know that ahead of time. And then, on mat leave with William, I still could have - William was cooperative enough then, and I could have worked while both boys napped in the afternoons. Again - no way to know that ahead of time. So anyway, it seems like now is the time, so I've contacted the Graduate Studies department at my alma mater and requested some information and perhaps some academic counselling to help me make the best decisions. I will probably need to take two courses (as most courses are 3h) to make up my missing 4h, but that's okay. I found two courses that I'm really quite interested in taking. I assume that because I am a graduate I need to take 5000 level courses rather than 1-4000 or Masters's level? Anyone have any knowledge to share?
I'm getting pretty excited for our contemporary worship night at church this Saturday. Shelley chose great music and the band has been working hard getting comfortable as a group. I think it will be great and I'm looking forward to the benefits of working with the same people - getting a feel for the expectations and styles of each member.
I'm praying this week that I will glorify God in my meetings, music, parenting, mundane housework, time management, friendships, and marriage. It's a fairly large undertaking but I stand a chance because of the unending and unfailing help I have access to.
Valentine's Day doesn't hold a lot of weight in our house, and it never did, even when Jon and I were dating. He has always taken offense to Hallmark's demands that every good husband WILL spend money on this particular day to prove that he is romantic and worth keeping. You could be a loser all year, but if you buy roses, chocolate, even diamonds on one day in February, you are romantic. Now, I agree with his philosophy wholeheartedly, but as my friend and I discussed the other day, I still feel a little left out on Valentine's Day. It just causes me to dislike the day in general. I need to focus on my two little valentines and use the opportunity to teach them how to treat a lady. Maybe that should be Jon's job...
I have been giving some serious consideration to taking a few courses. Many years ago I squeezed two degrees into 5 years and one summer, and that was great and all, but as a result, I ended up with my TC5 rather than my TC6. From what I can figure, I am only 4 credit hours away from this TC6, and I have always intended to make up for that some day. Well, Jon and I have discussed that perhaps "some day" is now. I can't imagine I will ever have an opportunity like I do now - "sick" but healthy, sending my children off to the day home every weekday. In hindsight, when I was on maternity leave with Owen, I could have taken a course or two. He was such a good baby. But I didn't know that ahead of time. And then, on mat leave with William, I still could have - William was cooperative enough then, and I could have worked while both boys napped in the afternoons. Again - no way to know that ahead of time. So anyway, it seems like now is the time, so I've contacted the Graduate Studies department at my alma mater and requested some information and perhaps some academic counselling to help me make the best decisions. I will probably need to take two courses (as most courses are 3h) to make up my missing 4h, but that's okay. I found two courses that I'm really quite interested in taking. I assume that because I am a graduate I need to take 5000 level courses rather than 1-4000 or Masters's level? Anyone have any knowledge to share?
I'm getting pretty excited for our contemporary worship night at church this Saturday. Shelley chose great music and the band has been working hard getting comfortable as a group. I think it will be great and I'm looking forward to the benefits of working with the same people - getting a feel for the expectations and styles of each member.
I'm praying this week that I will glorify God in my meetings, music, parenting, mundane housework, time management, friendships, and marriage. It's a fairly large undertaking but I stand a chance because of the unending and unfailing help I have access to.
Friday, February 4, 2011
A New Era
Okay, so it's not really a new era. But it sort of feels that way. How about a new chapter. Does that sound a little less dramatic?
Here's what's new:
Mom (Grammie) went home yesterday. Many of you were surprised at how quickly that all went down. Really, there is an explanation. Originally, Mom was going to come out to help with the boys and the house after my second surgery in December, and then she would stick around to see how my body handled treatment. Well, she did help with the boys and the house after surgery and around Christmas, and it was fabulous. But because of the infection I had, paperwork, and additional CT scans, the beginning of my treatment was significantly later than we had imagined. We were thinking it would have been the beginning of January, when in actuality, I didn't get my first infusion until this past Tuesday, February 1st. In hindsight, we probably could have sent Mom home for the month of January and had her return for that first treatment in February...
Anyway, so the plan became that Mom would stay through that first treatment and make sure I handled it okay, and then she would go home. We were then told that it would be quite unusual for me to have any side effects until after the second or third infusion (Feb 22 and March 15). Well, she wasn't going to stick around until then! We all decided it was best for her to head home, and if absolutely necessary (that means if I actually get side effects all and if they are unkind to me) she can return later.
So that's the scoop. She flew home yesterday. Owen was very excited to wave to Grammie's airplane in the sky. We already miss her. She did so much for me, for Jon, and for the boys. I know it will be an adjustment to get back to life with just the four of us. Guess I'll start talking to myself again. I definitely need to find some projects to work on - obviously keeping house, but also scrapbooking, exercising, getting rid of this nasty cold/flu that doesn't want to leave our house...
Mom, in case I didn't say it enough while you were here - Thank you for everything you did. From keeping me company to changing William's stinky diapers to folding our laundry (yes - even underwear), you were a huge help and it was a great blessing to have you live with us for 2.5 months. I love you. I know it was a big sacrifice (for both you and Dad) and that a lot of people worked together to make it work on both ends. My family and friends here embraced having you around, and your family and friends at home did what they could to keep Dad comfortable and well fed. What a fantastic community we have - Alberta combined with NS to create one large and loving network. Cool. Thank you all so much. Really.
Okay, so that's one part of the new "era". The second part of that is the fact that I actually started my treatment this past week. It was quite a reasonable procedure. I have to go up two days in a row each time - one day will involve bloodwork, paperwork, a physical exam, and a consultation (where I discuss my health in the previous weeks - they want to know how I'm feeling physically and emotionally), and the next day is the infusion. Each day's visit lasts about 2.5 hours. The second day I showed up, they started the IV, and I was given the 90 minute infusion. Once that was done, they needed me to stick around for an hour, just for observation in case I had some sort of reaction to the treatment. I didn't. Well, I don't think I did. I did hit a strange fatigue on the way home in the car. I haven't felt anything like it before. I just didn't care to talk or move. Jon thought I was upset with him for not taking me to lunch afterwards. Really, I was just too tired to care, think, discuss... anything. It hit again that afternoon for an hour, and then the next morning as well. Then the following afternoon it was quite consistent for a few hours, but since then I've been fine. I try not to over-analyze too much (with not much success). I did read that some people experience fatigue during or within 24 hours of an ipi treatment. So... did I get the drug? Or, maybe it's just that we've been sick and not sleeping well these past few weeks. Maybe I just hit a wall. Who knows. Guess we'll see what happens next time. I go for my next treatment on Feb 22nd/23rd. I'll keep you posted.
Well, this has been long enough. Each time I sit to write, I decide to keep it short. This is what happens. I don't know how to shut up. There is even more I could talk about - visits with the Friesen family, crop club, my fun walk/tea date this morning and maybe a Superbowl date (if we can shake this stupid cold bug), but alas, now there is no time. I must run. Cheers.
Here's what's new:
Mom (Grammie) went home yesterday. Many of you were surprised at how quickly that all went down. Really, there is an explanation. Originally, Mom was going to come out to help with the boys and the house after my second surgery in December, and then she would stick around to see how my body handled treatment. Well, she did help with the boys and the house after surgery and around Christmas, and it was fabulous. But because of the infection I had, paperwork, and additional CT scans, the beginning of my treatment was significantly later than we had imagined. We were thinking it would have been the beginning of January, when in actuality, I didn't get my first infusion until this past Tuesday, February 1st. In hindsight, we probably could have sent Mom home for the month of January and had her return for that first treatment in February...
Anyway, so the plan became that Mom would stay through that first treatment and make sure I handled it okay, and then she would go home. We were then told that it would be quite unusual for me to have any side effects until after the second or third infusion (Feb 22 and March 15). Well, she wasn't going to stick around until then! We all decided it was best for her to head home, and if absolutely necessary (that means if I actually get side effects all and if they are unkind to me) she can return later.
So that's the scoop. She flew home yesterday. Owen was very excited to wave to Grammie's airplane in the sky. We already miss her. She did so much for me, for Jon, and for the boys. I know it will be an adjustment to get back to life with just the four of us. Guess I'll start talking to myself again. I definitely need to find some projects to work on - obviously keeping house, but also scrapbooking, exercising, getting rid of this nasty cold/flu that doesn't want to leave our house...
Mom, in case I didn't say it enough while you were here - Thank you for everything you did. From keeping me company to changing William's stinky diapers to folding our laundry (yes - even underwear), you were a huge help and it was a great blessing to have you live with us for 2.5 months. I love you. I know it was a big sacrifice (for both you and Dad) and that a lot of people worked together to make it work on both ends. My family and friends here embraced having you around, and your family and friends at home did what they could to keep Dad comfortable and well fed. What a fantastic community we have - Alberta combined with NS to create one large and loving network. Cool. Thank you all so much. Really.
Okay, so that's one part of the new "era". The second part of that is the fact that I actually started my treatment this past week. It was quite a reasonable procedure. I have to go up two days in a row each time - one day will involve bloodwork, paperwork, a physical exam, and a consultation (where I discuss my health in the previous weeks - they want to know how I'm feeling physically and emotionally), and the next day is the infusion. Each day's visit lasts about 2.5 hours. The second day I showed up, they started the IV, and I was given the 90 minute infusion. Once that was done, they needed me to stick around for an hour, just for observation in case I had some sort of reaction to the treatment. I didn't. Well, I don't think I did. I did hit a strange fatigue on the way home in the car. I haven't felt anything like it before. I just didn't care to talk or move. Jon thought I was upset with him for not taking me to lunch afterwards. Really, I was just too tired to care, think, discuss... anything. It hit again that afternoon for an hour, and then the next morning as well. Then the following afternoon it was quite consistent for a few hours, but since then I've been fine. I try not to over-analyze too much (with not much success). I did read that some people experience fatigue during or within 24 hours of an ipi treatment. So... did I get the drug? Or, maybe it's just that we've been sick and not sleeping well these past few weeks. Maybe I just hit a wall. Who knows. Guess we'll see what happens next time. I go for my next treatment on Feb 22nd/23rd. I'll keep you posted.
Well, this has been long enough. Each time I sit to write, I decide to keep it short. This is what happens. I don't know how to shut up. There is even more I could talk about - visits with the Friesen family, crop club, my fun walk/tea date this morning and maybe a Superbowl date (if we can shake this stupid cold bug), but alas, now there is no time. I must run. Cheers.
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