8 lb 1 oz
22 inches
Baby fine, mommy fine, daddy fine.
Grandmother will be fine as soon as I can get out of Houston and hold her!
Monday, April 25, 2011
April 25, 2011 - Mary Evangeline Seger
8 lb 1 oz
22 inches
Baby fine, mommy fine, daddy fine.
Grandmother will be fine as soon as I can get out of Houston and hold her!
Sunday, April 24, 2011
April 24th 2011 - Another warrior has left us-Bud Allcorn
Today, I lost a friend. For 20 years, if anyone needed help or protecting, if an oil well needed drilling or re-working or if you just wanted to have a quiet cup of coffee while reading the paper, then Bud Allcorn was the man for the job.
I remember him in the early part of those twenty years as the steel eyed cowboy at the end of the bar, so distinctive and well turned out with that pale almost white hat, watching the whole room. He smiled seldom and could stop men twice his size with just a glance. I saw it more than once, it was the look of a man that didn't fear anything, he gave you the once over and knew your measure immediately.
In the later part of those twenty years, Bud showed his softer side to those close. He ferociously protected Ray and Libby and June. He worked harder than any other three men. He laughed and joked with Kelsey and Andy, gave Rance and Taber both hard times when they needed them and was a constant source of a practical joke whenever he could catch you off guard. Oh, and how he loved catching you off guard, it made his day!
He loved being at Fish-n-Nuts. It was his home, favorite job and retreat. His coffee gatherings with his friend Ray can now continue after 102 day hiatus. I will ever hear his rumbling "uh, huh!" at the end of some story.
He did not talk about his heroism, but not many men have lived as Bud lived. He was an example to us all. He survived three broken necks, two gun shots, a bayonet wound and the good Lord only knows what chances he took in the patch. He didn't tell the "gals" all the stories, but I am sure some of you men know the tales. Bud was unique, both a hero and an occasional outlaw. I loved him both ways.
Bud was a magnificent friend. His "Pecos tales" will live on. His heroism during forgotten wars will be remembered by us all.
I remember him in the early part of those twenty years as the steel eyed cowboy at the end of the bar, so distinctive and well turned out with that pale almost white hat, watching the whole room. He smiled seldom and could stop men twice his size with just a glance. I saw it more than once, it was the look of a man that didn't fear anything, he gave you the once over and knew your measure immediately.
In the later part of those twenty years, Bud showed his softer side to those close. He ferociously protected Ray and Libby and June. He worked harder than any other three men. He laughed and joked with Kelsey and Andy, gave Rance and Taber both hard times when they needed them and was a constant source of a practical joke whenever he could catch you off guard. Oh, and how he loved catching you off guard, it made his day!
He loved being at Fish-n-Nuts. It was his home, favorite job and retreat. His coffee gatherings with his friend Ray can now continue after 102 day hiatus. I will ever hear his rumbling "uh, huh!" at the end of some story.
He did not talk about his heroism, but not many men have lived as Bud lived. He was an example to us all. He survived three broken necks, two gun shots, a bayonet wound and the good Lord only knows what chances he took in the patch. He didn't tell the "gals" all the stories, but I am sure some of you men know the tales. Bud was unique, both a hero and an occasional outlaw. I loved him both ways.
Bud was a magnificent friend. His "Pecos tales" will live on. His heroism during forgotten wars will be remembered by us all.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
April 18th thru 21st
April 18th- NO BABY YET! Libby and I are up at 4am and headed to Houston, my first appt. with the Radi/Onco group introduces me to maybe the best nurse yet, Kay Kidwell. Wow, she is a fountain of information and pretty much gets me covered on all the process of when, how, how much, and type of process to expect during the radiation process for IBC patients. Twice a day, five days a week for up to 6 weeks is not unusual and she wants me to be ready for intentional redness, this is different for than the process for regular breast patients. She is very thorough. Next comes in Dr. Karen Hoffman, a very personable young doctor “stolen from Harvard”. She is a brain and just sweet as pie. Deep breathe in. Deep breathe out. Once again, I feel very secure in my choice of professionals and a sense of peace is beginning to enter to shove out the scary bits.
Now during all this process today, Libby discovers that she made it out of the house without her drugs. So we have been on the phone with Medco and Walgreens several times just to get what she needs for overnight meds. Here I have my BFF on the road without her BP meds! Yikes. We go to lunch out of the complex and into the Melrose area where Walgreens has a location. I nearly get smacked for walking in front of this beefy looking Nazi, but we just eyeball each other and keep walking. Still without drugs we leave in a cab with the nicest man, who informs us that we have just been in the most notoriously gay area of Houston. Now I get it, I said, “excuse me, honey,” to that man and he was insulted. Duh!
Chemo #3 is at 3:30, and we again go through the process of going to the infusion therapy area to get the needle inserted in my port before chemo. Alex does an even better job than Esper did last week. The key is that numbing cream, leaving it on and covered with plastic an hour before going up is really helping.
Libby and I traded text messages and phone calls with Kelsey all day. Evie is still in “docking position” but no eminent delivery. This time chemo is a little easier, but still takes over 4 hours. We share a sandwich, still listening to all of Kelsey’s messages, and leave the center about 7:30 or so. Marriott check in with the same idiot of a desk person, Armand, and finally get to our room. Mother calls and we talk while Libby finally gets to retrieve her drugs.
We go up to the consigers lounge and drink about 4 bottles of water each and crash back in our rooms.
April 19- up and out of Houston on the 9am direct flight to Midland. Heck, I am at work by 11am. Seem to have a ton of energy and I work all day until about 6:30pm.
April 20 – another good day. Work all day, even through lunch with my homemade soup and meet Nita at 5:30 for an early dinner. She gets on out of town and I go over to Libby’s. She and Carolyn are working on the christening gown for Evie. The smocking that Carolyn has done on the antique pillowcases, from my grandma Madison, is amazing. I cry for the first time since the 11th, but not in pain this time, with a heart bursting from love from good friends. Kelsey, Andy and Evie will have a true treasure to share for generations.
April 21- oh, slow down there Lucy! OK, obviously, Thursday’s are my heading south days. This one doesn’t seem as bad as last week, but definitely less energy, tummy upset and the ulcers and throat are painful to swallowing or breathing. Thank the Lord and Charla for the Xyloxylin wash. It gives me enough relief to get food down.
April 11th thru April 17th
April 11th was my second chemo and the first "full cocktail" mix of three drugs plus the anti nausea medication. Yuck, the taste that immediately pervades your senses is bitter like the inside of a peach pit and the awful taste seems to last until the next morning. But, at least I have not had and nausea. This chemo treatment was hard because they did more needle core biopsies this morning, five. I think I just might run away if we ever have to do any more of those. They are the most painful procedure for me. All the doctors seemed surprised the biopsies are so painful; I think I will suggest that they have to place a similar organ on the table beside me and let me pound on it during the procedure. ;-) Crying like a big old baby is not my finest moment and I don’t want to repeat it.
Nita was a champ, even on Sunday when the Marriott booked us into a room where a resident was already staying. Hey, we got a free steak dinner out of the deal, and that put us to bed on Sunday night ready to face the dragon.
The chemo took over 5 hours and I have to tell you it was scarier than it was hurtful. Each of the packets of chemo are hung on the pole with a “chaser” to insure that 100% of the drug gets used. One is even light sensitive and comes with a cover that I call chemo-shades to keep out all light. They do not mix the drugs until I am called back into my mini room and it took over an hour for all the meds to arrive. It is a little nerve wracking.
I gagged down half of a pb&j sandwich and some cold milk during the process, change rooms once so that the staff rotation can complete (Belen was my nurse and see is incredible). When we finish at 9:30pm Nita is pretty much bundling me in my binky and hanging on to me in the cab to prevent bumps and lunges. In the room, I make a nest in the middle of my queen bed, take my temp, take a sleeping pill and fall back exhausted. Nita jumps up several times to make sure my temp has not exceeded the 101.5 guideline. But all in all we have a decent night.
Since we able to cram all our appointments into Monday, we have Tuesday morning open. MDA wants me to stay in town at least 12 to 14 hours after this batch and we realize that getting a flight out before our previous 3pm reservation is not going to happen. So, hungry for fish and with time to kill, we take a cab over to the Aquarium. It was a nice hour spent looking at the tanks and then another hour having lunch. My fish tacos even came wrapped special.
OK, Chemo #2 down, 14 more to go.
April 12 & 13 – felt good, some slight fever, rash by Thursday and getting worse by the Weekend.
April 14 & 15 – worked from home where I spent most of the time on the couch with the dog toy pile growing around me again.
April 16 & 17 – Kelsey is having pre-labor and I am in a flurry making soup, pot roast and carnitas for freezing. Hopefully Evie will arrive before I leave Monday for Houston. My face is a zit factory! I wouldn’t mind so much but the darn things are painful. Guess the outside poison is going to my face and arms and the inside poison is going to the ulcers in my mouth and throat. Sipping on cold liquids seems to help.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Important Message
I will tell you about my week in another blog, but I was reminded yesterday by two life long friends that challenges like my battle with cancer are opportunities to "rise above". So today, I want to use my voice and this challenge to remind all of you of how we ALL need to RISE UP.
Today, it has been exactly one month since a nurse told me over the phone that I have malignant cancer cells in my breast. In that month, I have been able to get MRIs, PET/CT, mammograms, ultrasounds, biopsies, x-rays and other testing completed, results reviewed, treatment designed AND two weeks of treatment completed with a third round due tomorrow.
If you could see the number of people I see every week from all over the world getting treatment in Houston, you would be proud of what we can do here in Texas and America. These poor people, have to leave their homes and travel across the world to get good health care. The medical team is also from all over the world, why do you think the best of the best are here? .
I have a friend in Canada, who is a nurse, and she can't believe how fast all the process has been for me. My friends in England feel the same way. With IBC days make a difference. One member of the medical team even stated, "if you are going to have this type of cancer, it's best that you had it now and not next year." Such a small comment by a member of an elite medical community but such a big message if you are paying attention.
2012 is set to bring big changes in America. Especially if we just "go with the flow". I don't want anyone to face the beast that is cancer or any time sensitive disease. But you all need to think about you or your loved ones facing similar circumstances in the future, right now!
How do you run your business? If the profit margin falls, don't you stop any excess spending first and then figure out how to increase income and you do it in a timely fashion. The same people who are not qualified to run a business are certainly no experts on health care. IT HASN'T WORKED in other countries, what makes these numskulls think they can make it work for America when they can't even stop the flow of our debt.
I don't pretend to have all the answers. There are certainly better qualified people, but they should at least be qualified. We don't hired some guy to work for our company if he has no credentials. A first step might be to stop electing people to office that have no business background.
The general population in America has been fat and lazy way too long. And we are about to see what happens when you are lazy. We must work on protecting our religion of choice, home, family, lives and country on a daily basis. Wake up!
Today, it has been exactly one month since a nurse told me over the phone that I have malignant cancer cells in my breast. In that month, I have been able to get MRIs, PET/CT, mammograms, ultrasounds, biopsies, x-rays and other testing completed, results reviewed, treatment designed AND two weeks of treatment completed with a third round due tomorrow.
If you could see the number of people I see every week from all over the world getting treatment in Houston, you would be proud of what we can do here in Texas and America. These poor people, have to leave their homes and travel across the world to get good health care. The medical team is also from all over the world, why do you think the best of the best are here? .
I have a friend in Canada, who is a nurse, and she can't believe how fast all the process has been for me. My friends in England feel the same way. With IBC days make a difference. One member of the medical team even stated, "if you are going to have this type of cancer, it's best that you had it now and not next year." Such a small comment by a member of an elite medical community but such a big message if you are paying attention.
2012 is set to bring big changes in America. Especially if we just "go with the flow". I don't want anyone to face the beast that is cancer or any time sensitive disease. But you all need to think about you or your loved ones facing similar circumstances in the future, right now!
How do you run your business? If the profit margin falls, don't you stop any excess spending first and then figure out how to increase income and you do it in a timely fashion. The same people who are not qualified to run a business are certainly no experts on health care. IT HASN'T WORKED in other countries, what makes these numskulls think they can make it work for America when they can't even stop the flow of our debt.
I don't pretend to have all the answers. There are certainly better qualified people, but they should at least be qualified. We don't hired some guy to work for our company if he has no credentials. A first step might be to stop electing people to office that have no business background.
The general population in America has been fat and lazy way too long. And we are about to see what happens when you are lazy. We must work on protecting our religion of choice, home, family, lives and country on a daily basis. Wake up!
Saturday, April 9, 2011
April 5, 2011 - Port Installation Day
Up early AGAIN, man the 5:00 am wake ups are tough. I want to go by every room on my floor of the hotel and scream and yell to remind all the nuts that were awake and making the same noise at 3:00 am that there are other people in the hotel beside the "final four" idjits. Oh well. The surgical floor at Mays clinic is on the eight floor and we head out to meet our 7:00 am deadline.
Before surgery, they send me downstairs to draw more blood. By now I feel that my whole blood volume has been replaced in the last 2 weeks to meet all that MDA has sucked out of me. ;-) But they are awesome, gee, I don't even have bruising from the chemo yesterday.
The whole team of nurses is awesome and Dr. Brown is a riot. He has done over 5000 port insertions, I am number 5030! Erwin has more personality than any Dr. I have met so far. He sings to me during and after my surgery, in fact that's the only part of the surgery I remember, the port is achy and stiff. What is in the stuff that they inject into your IV before surgery? I want to put in an order for all my shots to be like that one. I don't even remember being pushed down the hall. So, all in all, not a bad morning morning for me.
First item on my agenda after surgery is to eat. What? You were expecting something bigger? Trust me, when you haven't eaten for almost 18 hours, nothing is more important than your growling belly. Calls to Kelsey and Libby are made to make everyone warm and fuzzy. I know that it's hard on Kelsey, not to be here, but she is on her last 2-3 weeks of growing the second most important person in my life, so she will just have to deal for now. Love you Kelsey, and Andy too!
Back to the room for a well deserved nap and then out to find somewhere to eat dinner. The shuttle rides from the hotel are quite interesting. Nita ends up having to hold on to me to keep me from bouncing all over the van and jerking back and forth with all the starts and stops. Glad she is here, bossy control freak that she is. Hey, it's a family trait...
Before surgery, they send me downstairs to draw more blood. By now I feel that my whole blood volume has been replaced in the last 2 weeks to meet all that MDA has sucked out of me. ;-) But they are awesome, gee, I don't even have bruising from the chemo yesterday.
The whole team of nurses is awesome and Dr. Brown is a riot. He has done over 5000 port insertions, I am number 5030! Erwin has more personality than any Dr. I have met so far. He sings to me during and after my surgery, in fact that's the only part of the surgery I remember, the port is achy and stiff. What is in the stuff that they inject into your IV before surgery? I want to put in an order for all my shots to be like that one. I don't even remember being pushed down the hall. So, all in all, not a bad morning morning for me.
First item on my agenda after surgery is to eat. What? You were expecting something bigger? Trust me, when you haven't eaten for almost 18 hours, nothing is more important than your growling belly. Calls to Kelsey and Libby are made to make everyone warm and fuzzy. I know that it's hard on Kelsey, not to be here, but she is on her last 2-3 weeks of growing the second most important person in my life, so she will just have to deal for now. Love you Kelsey, and Andy too!
Back to the room for a well deserved nap and then out to find somewhere to eat dinner. The shuttle rides from the hotel are quite interesting. Nita ends up having to hold on to me to keep me from bouncing all over the van and jerking back and forth with all the starts and stops. Glad she is here, bossy control freak that she is. Hey, it's a family trait...
Friday, April 8, 2011
April 4, 2011: First Chemo Treatment
Wow, Mondays have a whole new meaning in my life. Ouch, umph, uggh.
Getting ready to go to Houston on Monday was it's own adventure. Southwest had it's on problems with fuselage rips and grounded plans and Libby turned up sicky poo. So I called in the troops and they responded with a private plane to try to get my sister Nita and I to Houston. God Bless Tony, he may be my ex, but he is a good ex to have. Around 2 am the winds started gusting to 50 miles an hour and it began to look like no amount of dramamine would do it's job for Nita and I to be able to handle flying in a small plane. Luckily for us, at seven am the news announced that SWA flights were flying so we rebooked, again, and finally Nita and I were up and on the plane to Houston.
I have angels everywhere. Nita leaves work to come with me, Tony jumps thru hoops to try and help, and all the prayers. Every helping caring soul helps make this burden a little lighter.
We arrived at the Crown Plaza hotel to check into our room and then report to the Mays Clinic for my 3:00pm appointment. What a mess, this is the last day of the basketball "FINAL Four" and the hotel is packed with rowdy college students with bad manners. Oh, joy! We get on over to the clinic in plenty of time to visit with Charla and also let Pam, the NP, give me a once over. This gives me time to introduce Nita to most of the team. Everywhere you move, blood pressure and temperature are checked and so is my weight. It's that flashing weight thing that makes me crazy!
On we move to the 8th floor for Chemo. The chemo floor is very quite this afternoon, we kill time showing Nita how to play "angry birds". Listening to her giggle and laugh at this game is very therapeutic for me. ;-) It also helps that having her not be able to get past level seven either makes me feel better. Hell, just having her close reminds me of all the times we had as kids as our only company. She is much better company now, OK, well, maybe I am too. LOL
Chemo was interesting, they moved me into a little room where looking out from the bed to the rest of the room makes you feel like you are in a nice hotel room. Of course, if you look down or over your shoulder, its a very up to date hospital room with all kinds of poles and bags and monitors. I just can't make myself look when the nurse puts that god awful looking thing in my arm, and although it stings (a lot) he really does a good job. He checks, rechecks, and confirms (hey, maybe he is related to Dr. Seger) that my band and my drug bags match, even has me confirm them too. Man these guys are good. He hooks me up, Nita's face is squishing up so hard from time to time that I am worrying about her face freezing that way or having wrinkles. The nurse let's me know that he will be in every 15 minutes to check on me and my PB while during the chemo.
My binkie is my warm hug from Kelsey that I carry. It reminds me of her love everywhere I go.
Hmmm, the whole thing is beginning to sink in. This is no longer just tests and a little poking around with needles. It's the real deal, I have cancer. Whew, I feel fine, mostly. The bad boobie weighs about double the right one and looks funny, but it's not as painful anymore. Oh right, that could be the drugs. ;-) But this other weight on my chest is not from any physical symptom. I start taking a few deep breaths, I've done the hard part, breath in, out, in, out. Dang, chin up! I have a beast inside me. I have to kill it.
OK, that's better. Turn on the TV and watch something stupid for an hour, any moron can do that.
No nausea, in fact we get the taxi driver to take us to Pappadeaux's and split a grilled salmon dinner. Yum and head on back to the hotel. Up to now my hands have been cold and have lost some color, but now things are heating up. Time to start watching for a fever, every time I move all night, Nita is jumping like she has a spring inserted in a southern region. She is taking great care of me and takes my temp through the night, but other than 99.7, it never really goes any higher. And what a night, after the ball game and the bars closing at 2:00 am the college kids go wild! We crank on the air conditioner, put in our ear plugs and go back to sleep.
Alarm is set for 5:00 AM we have to hit it early to get to the surgical suite to see Dr. Brown by 7:00am.
The Schedule: Each Monday beginning today, I will have chemo for 90 minutes. These will continue for 11 more weeks, thru the end of June. Thereafter, one chemo treatment every 3 weeks.
Getting ready to go to Houston on Monday was it's own adventure. Southwest had it's on problems with fuselage rips and grounded plans and Libby turned up sicky poo. So I called in the troops and they responded with a private plane to try to get my sister Nita and I to Houston. God Bless Tony, he may be my ex, but he is a good ex to have. Around 2 am the winds started gusting to 50 miles an hour and it began to look like no amount of dramamine would do it's job for Nita and I to be able to handle flying in a small plane. Luckily for us, at seven am the news announced that SWA flights were flying so we rebooked, again, and finally Nita and I were up and on the plane to Houston.
I have angels everywhere. Nita leaves work to come with me, Tony jumps thru hoops to try and help, and all the prayers. Every helping caring soul helps make this burden a little lighter.
We arrived at the Crown Plaza hotel to check into our room and then report to the Mays Clinic for my 3:00pm appointment. What a mess, this is the last day of the basketball "FINAL Four" and the hotel is packed with rowdy college students with bad manners. Oh, joy! We get on over to the clinic in plenty of time to visit with Charla and also let Pam, the NP, give me a once over. This gives me time to introduce Nita to most of the team. Everywhere you move, blood pressure and temperature are checked and so is my weight. It's that flashing weight thing that makes me crazy!
On we move to the 8th floor for Chemo. The chemo floor is very quite this afternoon, we kill time showing Nita how to play "angry birds". Listening to her giggle and laugh at this game is very therapeutic for me. ;-) It also helps that having her not be able to get past level seven either makes me feel better. Hell, just having her close reminds me of all the times we had as kids as our only company. She is much better company now, OK, well, maybe I am too. LOL
Chemo was interesting, they moved me into a little room where looking out from the bed to the rest of the room makes you feel like you are in a nice hotel room. Of course, if you look down or over your shoulder, its a very up to date hospital room with all kinds of poles and bags and monitors. I just can't make myself look when the nurse puts that god awful looking thing in my arm, and although it stings (a lot) he really does a good job. He checks, rechecks, and confirms (hey, maybe he is related to Dr. Seger) that my band and my drug bags match, even has me confirm them too. Man these guys are good. He hooks me up, Nita's face is squishing up so hard from time to time that I am worrying about her face freezing that way or having wrinkles. The nurse let's me know that he will be in every 15 minutes to check on me and my PB while during the chemo.
Hmmm, the whole thing is beginning to sink in. This is no longer just tests and a little poking around with needles. It's the real deal, I have cancer. Whew, I feel fine, mostly. The bad boobie weighs about double the right one and looks funny, but it's not as painful anymore. Oh right, that could be the drugs. ;-) But this other weight on my chest is not from any physical symptom. I start taking a few deep breaths, I've done the hard part, breath in, out, in, out. Dang, chin up! I have a beast inside me. I have to kill it.
OK, that's better. Turn on the TV and watch something stupid for an hour, any moron can do that.
No nausea, in fact we get the taxi driver to take us to Pappadeaux's and split a grilled salmon dinner. Yum and head on back to the hotel. Up to now my hands have been cold and have lost some color, but now things are heating up. Time to start watching for a fever, every time I move all night, Nita is jumping like she has a spring inserted in a southern region. She is taking great care of me and takes my temp through the night, but other than 99.7, it never really goes any higher. And what a night, after the ball game and the bars closing at 2:00 am the college kids go wild! We crank on the air conditioner, put in our ear plugs and go back to sleep.
Alarm is set for 5:00 AM we have to hit it early to get to the surgical suite to see Dr. Brown by 7:00am.
The Schedule: Each Monday beginning today, I will have chemo for 90 minutes. These will continue for 11 more weeks, thru the end of June. Thereafter, one chemo treatment every 3 weeks.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
April 1, 2011 - getting all the i's dotted
Whew, the last two days have been full of the paperwork from hell. But, finally we have the word today that Aetna has approved me for the clinical trial. Yippee! also begged and batted my big eyes late Thursday for an appointment this morning with Dr. Brown's office for the pre-surgical visit. At the visit this morning with Judy and Lisa, even more begging and eye batting secured me an appointment for April 5th to have my port inserted. Thank the Lord, they only appointment on their calendar was not until April 26th. Miracles are happening, I just hope that you all keep praying for my miracles to continue.
I will be traveling back to Houston next week with my faithful side kick Libby. Pray for her to maintain her wonderful patience, humor and stiff control; being with me 24/7 for days at a time is a difficult thing to take on, but she is managing. It helps me through everyday to have her by my side fighting with me.
Now, we just have to make it thru step 1: getting to the chemo lined up on a weekly basis along with my port installed. Then we can move onto step 2: getting Evie here and enjoying that grand-baby!!! I will have the best medicine in the world when I hold that little girl in my arms and have Kelsey and Andy. Kelsey and Andy are the joys of my life, but they may have to take a seat to the side for a while so I can spoil that baby girl rotten. ;-))))
I have a great clinical team to work with, they are a group of VERY brainy women: Here is a picture of the group when we met on Thursday:
Thank you all for your notes, texts, calls and prayers. My favorite message of the week came from my older sister, Nita, acting on behalf of my dog Ruby: below for you to enjoy!
My sister Nita sent the following because I was missing my dog: " Momma, Momma! I got to go running in the big open field. You could see forever! The road was long and smooth with gutters on both sides full of soft sand. At first, I didn't know what to do, but cousin Chili just took off, so I did too! Wow! It was amazing. The wind just blowing thru my hair felt terrific. Suddenly, I spotted the greatest thing, Free balls lying everywhere! (pie melons), but they were all dry and broken. Then we came to the stick forrest (cotton field). It was difficult to negotiate the rows, so back to the road for me. I went for a mile and a half, but Chili went for 4 miles. WOW!" love Ruby.
I will be traveling back to Houston next week with my faithful side kick Libby. Pray for her to maintain her wonderful patience, humor and stiff control; being with me 24/7 for days at a time is a difficult thing to take on, but she is managing. It helps me through everyday to have her by my side fighting with me.
Now, we just have to make it thru step 1: getting to the chemo lined up on a weekly basis along with my port installed. Then we can move onto step 2: getting Evie here and enjoying that grand-baby!!! I will have the best medicine in the world when I hold that little girl in my arms and have Kelsey and Andy. Kelsey and Andy are the joys of my life, but they may have to take a seat to the side for a while so I can spoil that baby girl rotten. ;-))))
I have a great clinical team to work with, they are a group of VERY brainy women: Here is a picture of the group when we met on Thursday:
Thank you all for your notes, texts, calls and prayers. My favorite message of the week came from my older sister, Nita, acting on behalf of my dog Ruby: below for you to enjoy!
My sister Nita sent the following because I was missing my dog: " Momma, Momma! I got to go running in the big open field. You could see forever! The road was long and smooth with gutters on both sides full of soft sand. At first, I didn't know what to do, but cousin Chili just took off, so I did too! Wow! It was amazing. The wind just blowing thru my hair felt terrific. Suddenly, I spotted the greatest thing, Free balls lying everywhere! (pie melons), but they were all dry and broken. Then we came to the stick forrest (cotton field). It was difficult to negotiate the rows, so back to the road for me. I went for a mile and a half, but Chili went for 4 miles. WOW!" love Ruby.
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