No-news update
Just health stuff; bottom line is wait-and-see. Seems familiar!
Rich and I saw my oncologist yesterday. There's no real news right now. My tumor marker went up, but Dr. Smith says that can happen in the first month and we need to give the drug another round or two to see if it works. So Thursday I'll be headed to Loyola for chemo.
The last month hasn't been pleasant for us. The chemo has some nasty side effects and I've had some pain issues. The Very Good News is that I now have a lovely pain patch on my arm (which kicked in sometime in the middle of the night) and feel much better than I have in weeks. Hopefully, once I get past this weekend and the chemo side effects, I'll be able to be a little more active and rebuild some of my strength. Rich may be able to turn in his "French maid" costume and stop waiting on me hand and foot. Hey, best-case scenario I'll be able to fight off the cats on my own -- they've been using me like a piece of furniture (and trying to rearrange things that aren't rearrangeable!).
Once again people at my office are being wonderful even though I've been a zombie-like employee lately. Henry, my boss, has once again turned his parking space down on lower Wacker over to me. That's saving us a lot of money -- Rich was driving me here during the cold weather and parking over by his office. Now he has a long walk to work in the cold, but I only have to ride the elevator up to my office. It's a huge help.
About a month ago I encouraged Rich to try out for a production of "The Producers." He did, and wound up in the chorus, not in a major role. But the chorus still involved lots of rehearsal time. Yesterday he decided to drop out of the show. In one sense that's a very good thing. Between his job, all the work at home that's only getting done if he does it, and the time driving to rehearsals, he was stretched pretty thin. But I can't help feeling bad, too. Rich was having fun learning songs and dances, and meeting new people.
Hopefully now that my pain is under control, it won't be so depressing to be home with me. (Yes, that's just me assuming it's depressing.) We'll keep watching our Netflix (now it's the HBO "John Adams" series) and try to have some get-togethers at the house for friends and family. The house is a mess, but it seems wrong to be able to drag myself to work but not be able to invite people over.
Wow, I really am rambling here today and using LJ like a diary again... Pain patch? I am feeling doped to the gills. But at least today I can type.
Rich and I saw my oncologist yesterday. There's no real news right now. My tumor marker went up, but Dr. Smith says that can happen in the first month and we need to give the drug another round or two to see if it works. So Thursday I'll be headed to Loyola for chemo.
The last month hasn't been pleasant for us. The chemo has some nasty side effects and I've had some pain issues. The Very Good News is that I now have a lovely pain patch on my arm (which kicked in sometime in the middle of the night) and feel much better than I have in weeks. Hopefully, once I get past this weekend and the chemo side effects, I'll be able to be a little more active and rebuild some of my strength. Rich may be able to turn in his "French maid" costume and stop waiting on me hand and foot. Hey, best-case scenario I'll be able to fight off the cats on my own -- they've been using me like a piece of furniture (and trying to rearrange things that aren't rearrangeable!).
Once again people at my office are being wonderful even though I've been a zombie-like employee lately. Henry, my boss, has once again turned his parking space down on lower Wacker over to me. That's saving us a lot of money -- Rich was driving me here during the cold weather and parking over by his office. Now he has a long walk to work in the cold, but I only have to ride the elevator up to my office. It's a huge help.
About a month ago I encouraged Rich to try out for a production of "The Producers." He did, and wound up in the chorus, not in a major role. But the chorus still involved lots of rehearsal time. Yesterday he decided to drop out of the show. In one sense that's a very good thing. Between his job, all the work at home that's only getting done if he does it, and the time driving to rehearsals, he was stretched pretty thin. But I can't help feeling bad, too. Rich was having fun learning songs and dances, and meeting new people.
Hopefully now that my pain is under control, it won't be so depressing to be home with me. (Yes, that's just me assuming it's depressing.) We'll keep watching our Netflix (now it's the HBO "John Adams" series) and try to have some get-togethers at the house for friends and family. The house is a mess, but it seems wrong to be able to drag myself to work but not be able to invite people over.
Wow, I really am rambling here today and using LJ like a diary again... Pain patch? I am feeling doped to the gills. But at least today I can type.