Not feeling much in a writing mood the last few days. We are in the post baseball season funk (Glad it's over but missing it all the same)....
Three doctor visits yesterday. The marketing people for these doctors really do need to set up a frequent flier program. Seriously, With all the time I spend at their office getting poked and prodded there should be something coming back the other way besides the thrill of dropping another $30.00 copay. One of my visits yesterday was unplanned. When I am feeling anxious I sometimes go and talk to my primary care physician. I have a really good rapport with her and it's sometimes easier to get the information I am looking for than with a couple of the other doctors on my team. She'll even see me without an appointment which is cool. It's also fun to try and talk my way into the office over there without the requisite blood pressure check, etc. They are all great docs but sometimes I don't want to have to work that hard for the information I need.
I was shocked yesterday to hear that Casey's counselor actually agreed with Melanie and I on something. All I have heard from this person is how I can't control Casey's behavior, etc. WE had opposite stances on a couple of potentially very serious issues. Serious enough I considered finding another counselor. Yesterday I heard that the counselor actually agreed with Melanie and I over something that we had been conflicting with Casey about. All I can say is "Welcome to the party!". It's about time....
Blood tests tomorrow, Chemo on Friday. I am pleased that I have not been sick at all from this Chemo. Of course my anxiety is high as that has to mean they are not doing it right. I am looking forward to seeing the rest of the family next week at Thanksgiving. If only Steven could be there we would all finally be together. Even my Dad is coming. We are so excited to have him with us. It's an unexpected treat. I am not sure what precipitated that but I'll be thankful just the same.
I guess Sheri bought a stamp for the imaginary letter she wrote to Steven. I told her that if that letter isn't mailed by the time I get to Flagstaff next Wednesday I am throwing her out of the family.
I am still working on organizing my thoughts for the blog section on my surgery so please be patient.
Three doctor visits yesterday. The marketing people for these doctors really do need to set up a frequent flier program. Seriously, With all the time I spend at their office getting poked and prodded there should be something coming back the other way besides the thrill of dropping another $30.00 copay. One of my visits yesterday was unplanned. When I am feeling anxious I sometimes go and talk to my primary care physician. I have a really good rapport with her and it's sometimes easier to get the information I am looking for than with a couple of the other doctors on my team. She'll even see me without an appointment which is cool. It's also fun to try and talk my way into the office over there without the requisite blood pressure check, etc. They are all great docs but sometimes I don't want to have to work that hard for the information I need.
I was shocked yesterday to hear that Casey's counselor actually agreed with Melanie and I on something. All I have heard from this person is how I can't control Casey's behavior, etc. WE had opposite stances on a couple of potentially very serious issues. Serious enough I considered finding another counselor. Yesterday I heard that the counselor actually agreed with Melanie and I over something that we had been conflicting with Casey about. All I can say is "Welcome to the party!". It's about time....
Blood tests tomorrow, Chemo on Friday. I am pleased that I have not been sick at all from this Chemo. Of course my anxiety is high as that has to mean they are not doing it right. I am looking forward to seeing the rest of the family next week at Thanksgiving. If only Steven could be there we would all finally be together. Even my Dad is coming. We are so excited to have him with us. It's an unexpected treat. I am not sure what precipitated that but I'll be thankful just the same.
I guess Sheri bought a stamp for the imaginary letter she wrote to Steven. I told her that if that letter isn't mailed by the time I get to Flagstaff next Wednesday I am throwing her out of the family.
I am still working on organizing my thoughts for the blog section on my surgery so please be patient.
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