Did I ever think that would be the title of a post on this blog? About my life? Of course I didn’t. But as I’ve been saying all day, I love making eggs into egg nog (although, I have to admit I am a big reg egg girl so I don’t have to make eggs into nog to be happy. But why not?) I suppose it’s not too different than me admitting I loved the NICU. So, crazy I’ve always been. I’ll admit it.
The day started with the Oldest making my morning coffee. He sure knows the way to mama’s heart. Then, I spent 15 minutes suiting up my armor.
Then, today, I dressed as an elf. Because whyyyy not? I think making chemo days an event is good for the boys. And for me. So I roll with it. A little (or a lottle) but of crazy never hurt no one, right?
So today, was Chemo day. I had labs at 8… Dr. Tandra at 9:30… And chemo for five hours from 10:30 on.
I got to deliver a few little gifties from the Cordial Cherry to my sweet medical team including my exceptionally fantastic nurse case manager, Deb, and my kickass Surgical Onc, Dr. Thayer (the two who slayed the wildebeest).
I got to hang with my badass med Onc, Dr. Tandra, who is not only brilliant but kind and genuinely answers every single question I have from, “do I have to stop eating all sugar and soy” to “tell me again how we know the cancer isn’t everywhere?”
And all these peepsies let me hug them. Which I love. Then, I hung out with the beautifully brilliantly talented, Jenny Nowatzke, from the comm department on a little bit of a project. And though we’ve been communicating for a bit, it was the first time I’d met her in person. And boys… She’s single and smart. Just sayin’. But picky (which I believe is very appropriate) so don’t be thinking you can offer up taco johns and cruisin’ down Dodge and call it a date.
And the oncology infusion team… I have already gushed on them enough. I am sure they are over me singing their praises. But seriously. You know when you can just tell that people love their jobs? And they are living their life’s purpose? I feel that way about nurses. And these women (and Eric) are no exception to that rule.
And then, visitors a-plenty today. Two sorority sisters, one of their moms, and one of their hubbies (thanks, Bets and Chris and Nicole and Lois. Made my day). And my fantastic Pastor, James, from our church, Living Grace Omaha stopped by for scripture and prayers. And then, of course, the love of my life, my husband was present. All while my in-laws spent the day with the trio.
After my nurse, Stacey (who I love), wrapped up my treatment, I headed over to the Life Renewal Center in the same building and Glenda (the good witch, of course) let me play around in their free wig room. And, even though I’d steered clear of wigs up until this point because I felt too much like a poser, I decided free is the perfect price to have a couple on hand for fun nights out. So, she let me take two and sent us on our merry way. Don’t worry, the scarves, and stocking caps, and the baldy dome will still be the bulk of my days. Because let’s be real, I don’t work outside the home… a wig is not terribly necessary to me. And I dig the caps, etc. So, I am gonna go with what I dig.
One for sorta real and one for lotsa fun;). Thanks again, Glenda! You were a delight.
I cherish these days in a way. I know. It’s odd. And weird. But, the secret’s out… I’m odd and weird. I get to relax. And chat. And enjoy smiling with people I love. And I know that my treatment is working. Oh happy day, you wash my sin away. Oh, happy day! Thank you. Thank you, chemo day.
And if you missed me, I’m blogging over at Her View today:
Check it out, friends. It buys my coffee. And you know I dig my coffee:).
And we ended our day with hot cocoa, blankies, and lights in the Brehm-mobile. And H was just thrilled to be turned around forward to see the lights for the night. And mama was just happy to have had such a great day.
Love, Weekends, and merriment —
Ashli
