Can you believe that I am getting complaints that I don't post often enough? I promise to try harder!!!!! I want to post inspiring, uplifting prose and sometimes I just don't feel like it.
So now I am closing in on the known factor to this current situation. I know I have 2 more
regular treatments and then one shorter one to make up for lowering doses recently.
After that it is regular testing, MRI's and of course my all time favorite the colonocsopy.
I read in the Oregonian today that colon cancer survival rates are up due to early detection.
I am so glad the message is getting out. Now if only everyone was insured and could get screened, that would be great. Anyway- the port will have to be removed at some point.
If I didn't tell you, they inserted a porti n my left chest under the breastbone. It eleminates the
constant IV. Most of the time I don't know it is there. It is the size of a quarter and is under the skin. Sometime when my hand grazes it I feel like the bionic women.
I am scheduled to teach winter term. So great to get back go some kind of normal.
(As if I was ever truly nomal.) I miss my students. I am also excited about volunteering
again at Laura's school. Before I know it I'll be yelling at Chris's ball games. I know I keep keep learning from this whole experience. As a control freak and someone who schedules everything- I have learned patience and how to just let it go.
I have no choice. When something like this happens you have to turn it over to the Dr.s and your family and friends. I am amazed that I do sleep at night and don't worry so much about the future. There is nothing I can do except take care of myself and love my family.
3 co-workers and friends from MHCC dropped by last week. So great to catch up and feel
apart of something. They brought flowers and cookies. I loved it.
More good stuff to come.
Liz
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Wa-hoo! Boot camp again with the Bionic Woman! I'm very, very happy to read this!
Did you have a good Thanksgiving, Liz?
--mary c.
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