We spent most of the day Wednesday at the cancer center for Mom's chemotherapy. When we got home, my brother and sister-by-love brought over a delicious meal they had prepared and we had a nice family dinner with them and my aunt.
Thursday was an event-filled but relaxing day. Mom and I took a walk in the morning. While I don't think she agreed, I though she looked quite glamorous in her dark sunglasses and large straw hat. "Please, no autographs today. Can't you see I want to be left alone?" The rest of the morning was spent watching (or more accurately, critiquing) Cupcake Wars and shouting out answers while watching Jeopardy. My afternoon activities might make it appear that I broke my diet promise - I bought two new pairs of shoes and made an apple pie. Appearances can be deceiving, though. The shoes and the pie were both for Mom. It was actually very satisfying to be able to scratch my shoe shopping and baking itches without paying for them, either literally or figuratively. Thursday evening, Daddy and I teamed up to make dinner and had the family over again. Another very pleasant evening, filled with fun stories. Some of the concoctions in Mom's treatments make it difficult for her to sleep the first day or two, so we watched a late night movie before going to bed.
We took another stroll Friday morning before returning to the cancer center to have her pump disconnected. It was quite busy and we were there much longer than expected. Afterward, we went out for a late lunch to celebrate. She is officially half-way done with chemo. Six treatments down, six more to go. She's been a real champ throughout this ordeal, enduring it with grace, dignity, and most importantly, humor. And while Daddy's always been my hero, he has officially achieved superhero status. How they have handled this is a testament to their individual character as well as the strength of their relationship. At age 45, I am still learning important life lessons from them every day.
I left late Friday afternoon and made the longer-than-usual drive home, managing to hit rush-hour traffic in about three cities. I went out for a late dinner with my patient, long-suffering husband to catch up on our respective weeks before falling into bed, exhausted. I woke up this morning feeling pretty refreshed after a long sleep.
Things have not been the same with my foot since my gardening incident last week. I've also amped up my exercise since that time, which could be contributing to it, but I haven't seen a 4 in a while. It's been mostly 5-7 this week, with a couple of very brief forays into 8 territory. I'm not too concerned about it right now, because my spinal cord stimulator trial starts Thursday. If it works, it should clear things up pretty quickly. If it doesn't work, well...things will get significantly more complicated. No point in worrying about it right now. I have more important things to worry about. Like what shoes I am going to buy when we reach our goal. My friend is a little ahead of me, but I managed to lose 1.2 pounds the first week. (Yes, I am measuring it down to tenths of a pound. I need all the help I can get.) Guess I should be looking for fall shoes.
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