Life is crazy busy right now. Moving forward at a rate of speed that I am mentally incapable of calculating. All I have to do is make it to Saturday afternoon and things go back to some semblance of normal.
Things are going quite well. I have no side-effects to speak of… except a bit of flushing. I stay relatively hot. That kind of hot that comes from the inside. That kind of hot that it’s near impossible to cool down from. But otherwise, I’m feeling pretty good. I have a minor flare of symptoms right now attributed that to the summer heat coupled with the flushing heat… and pile on a truck load of anxiety. Ugh. The most difficult thing for me with this medication is remembering the night dose… still.
Bless his heart. Chemo and steroids are kicking his ass. He is really wiped out right now. Miserable. He had his second round a week ago and is suffering pretty good right now. Yesterday he took a dive and face planted the counter-top, his nose taking a direct hit. Adding insult to injury, he smacked his head while he was cleaning up the bloody nose. It’s temporary… this state he’s in. It will pass and hopefully he’ll have a week or two of feeling decent before it’s time for the 3rd round. He’s 1/2 way there…. 2 more treatments to go and this journey can be behind him.
No, not running or swimming or even yoga. I’m referring to the big day…the mass casualty event. It’s only 2 days away. Eek! When I look at my work objectively, I appear to have it all organized and ready to go. But in my head, well, that’s another story. I feel like I’m forgetting some major component for this thing. I don’t know what it would be. My fear is I will wake up at 4:30 Friday morning, smack my head and bellow in a loud unrecognizable voice “OH SHIT!”…. and naturally I won’t be able to do anything about whatever it is I’ve realized. Check in for the actors and participants starts at 6:00 AM. My chant for the next 72 hours is it’s all good, it’s all good, it’s all good.
It’s in high gear now. Two-a-days, team meetings, coaching meetings… I’m a widow now. That’s okay. I’m super busy and that helps. I’m not sitting at home wallowing away and trying to entertain myself.
Pray for me! These days are harried, hurried, and hectic… but oh so fun!