Well, here we are on Monday, April 26 at 4:30 in the afternoon. I just got up from my second nap of the day. I just go from sitting in the big leather chair in the family room to laying on my bed. After a couple of hours in the chair I am exhausted and need a nap. What a life!!
Last Friday I went back to see Hillary in Dr. Tan's office. She took out the last two drains, one from each side. I felt like a free woman. And it was not nearly as bad as earlier in the week. Each day continues to get a little bit better than the last. The pain level is getting better. I called a doctor friend last Saturday and she wrote me a new prescription for something that could be taken along with the Motrin. Between the two of them things are a lot better. If I just stay on top of it, the pain stays under control. So that is what I am trying to do.
Shannon got the last report pretty accurate. My appointment with Dr. Kruper went very well. The staging is all right there. I am just waiting for the oncology people to call and tell me when they want to see me. I have an appointment next Tuesday for the bone scan and CT scan. They wanted to also do the first fill of these little mini boobs that I have, but considering how sore they have been, I have opted to hold off for a couple of weeks until after the scans are finished. Then we will tackle that little job.
I wandered out to the workroom this morning. Reina was out there busily working away. Everything looked good, so I told her to just keep going and I came back in the house. So much for running a business.
Steve, Michael and Shannon are all touring Madrid right now. I get e-mails from them everyday with their updates. Michael is sending back pictures for me to see. So in some ways I feel like I am there. However, this is no substitute for the trip that I will take when this is all over. Steve has promised me that we will go back. That is my incentive to lick this thing and get better.
I can't end this post without thanking everyone for all of their kind thought, prayers, food, telephone calls, cards, more food, visits, and general concern. My good friend, Deanne, came and moved in last week. I could not have done it without her. I don't know what I thought this would be like, but it has been so much worse, that without her constant help, I would, I don't know what, not have made it. She has gone home now, and my mother is here for the rest of this week. I still cannot dry my back out of the shower or reach the top shelf of the refrigerator, or get a glass off of anything except the bottom shelf. I have to flip the hangers to get my clothes down from the closet. I never thought about this when I put those closet poles that high up. I have to start doing some exercises to get these muscles to stretch out. It is just so painful. But I will keep working. So to everyone. . . . THANK YOU. I am getting better.