On 01.02.02, I was diagnosed with metastatic breast cancer. Too late for surgery, I had chemotherapy, which failed. In May the chemotherapy was changed and I was soon in remission which was celebrated and welcome and lasted nine years - until October 2011. There was progression in 2011 so more treatment was indicated and I am now back in partial remission. But I'm not only a cancer patient - I also enjoy my family, walk my dogs and am learning to draw and paint. Life is good!

Friday, August 02, 2013

Home again, home again

A text from Steve: "Brix is here on the bed and I told him that mom would be home tomorrow and as soon as he heard 'mom' his head came up immediately and he looked at me expectantly."

So I did come home today and am blessedly glad to be in my own home.  Brix has welcomed me with doggy hugs and kisses and seems content to have me back.  His tail (crash, crash) thumps whenever I say his name (thump, thump).  We're all together again.

My lab numbers continue to improve - higher or lower, whatever they are supposed to do.  Everyone assumes I am dying - I do too, but am trying to refuse.  It's August now and I've had what, 3, 4? hospitalizations so for in 2013. It's been a frustrating and painful year so far.  I'm gonna do my best to get some fun and good times out of the last half.

The manager of the hospital just happened to be strolling around and stopped in my room.  "Has everything been OK?  Is staff answering the call light in a timely way?"  "It's not been a problem," I said, "if I have to wait too long I just put my feet on the floor, the alarm goes off and they come running."  He burst out laughing.  Most problems can be solved.

Oh, I am so happy to be home.

1 comment:

  1. Glad you are home. How can you be dying if your numbers keep improving? Is there more to it than numbers then? Although you've had several hospitalizations do you realize it is now August, the 8th month of the year? It won't be long before you get to log another year of living on your calendar of years lived with CA.

    Doggies know who their person is. We did a Facetime talk with my grandson (who was in GA for army basic training) and his dog went wild when he heard my grandson's voice! The video part did nothing for him; he kept looking for the person who should be connected to that voice. Enjoy your Brix and other doggies this weekend and hopefully you'll keep feeling better without more of those hallucinations!


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