HEALTH UPDATE: Long day yesterday. I crashed hard! Slept so good. Feeling pretty good today after chemo yesterday.
Before the breaking news occurred yesterday, I wanted to share thoughts about the Carbone Cancer Clinic at UW Hospital. My family is no stranger to this clinic. My Dad was treated there as was Tom’s brother. I was so scared. We never knew what to expect for my Dad from one appointment to the next in regards to his condition. I was always praying for good blood results. Praying for news that the drugs were still working. Ultimately the news was most unfortunate. As far as the process, it was almost always the same every single time. Check in. Sit and wait for labs to be drawn. After that, sit and wait to be called back. The nurse will then take vitals and ask many questions. Any pain today? How are you feeling? How were your side affects? Thank you, the doctor will be in shortly. Sweaty palms. Minutes feel like hours. Knock, knock….gasp. Here come the results whether we want them or not.
My appointments are the same with a big exception. I’m not fretting results. I don’t have a blood cancer like he did. I just have a few counts to look at. I feel so prepared for whatever comes my way. Bad news is expected and good news is treasured. I wonder if my dad was as nervous as I was for his appointments. He sure didn’t seem like it. He was a warrior made of steel and he never gave up. I miss him dearly.
Yesterday the clinic was packed. I had a late appointment that went very late into the evening. I spent a long time in the waiting room. Instead of burying my head into my phone, I spent a considerable time looking at people. All different people. Old. Young. In between. Jaw bones missing. Oxygen tanks. Lots of wheel chairs. Some patients you can tell are patients by their appearance. Others you can only tell because they are holding their beeper for their lab appointment. One young girl was by herself and she had blue hair. You could tell she loved life. I realized it had to be one of the most depressing places that I’ve been to. My hearts went out to all the patients and their families and caregivers. Please pray for all of the people affected with disease. Much love and appreciation!
Ok, in keeping up with sharing my experience and keeping things real, I want to share a photo of myself. Not a cute one. A real one. Is is of me with my tubes and hook ups for my home pump. I’m going to try and make you scroll in case you don’t want to see it. You can’t unsee it, LOL!!!! I respect that! My goal is to let people see what it looks like. It’s not scary to me. It certainly doesn’t hurt. I don’t even feel it. It’s okay and this is how we FIGHT!!