by Valli | Jul 30, 2014 | Personal
I am now in my 3rd week of radiation therapy. I am due to have my final treatment on August 20th. I cannot have chemotherapy because it would probably kill me quicker than the radiation. However, Dr. P always reminds me that this is an aggressive, fast-growing cancer. I definitely want to do this for my family provided that the side effects are not overpowering. The main side effects from this radiation are nausea and diarrhea. They have been getting worse but NOTHING that Jesus and I can’t handle. My discharge date from this rehab. facility is set for August 8th. I am really getting excited! The truth of the matter is that I feel pretty good. I am anxious to get home and see Lucy, our dog. I really do not look like I am sick. I asked Jesus that I not outwardly show how BAD I am feeling on the inside. He has certainly honored my request. Everyone who sees me cannot believe I have terminal cancer. I have become somewhat popular on Twitter! I have about 150 followers. I am so excited! My followers mean more to me than a million dollars. You and I both know, do we not, that in order to help the poor in our local cities and towns, try to stay ahead of home repairs not to mention doctor and hospital bills, children needing money for college, pet paraphernalia and the list is as long as Methuselah is old! Seriously, I at least wanted to have a walk-in shower installed before going home. Also, the electrical system in our OLD house...
by Valli | Jul 30, 2014 | Personal
I guess I failed to keep my New Year’s resolution! So much has happened to me that I do not know quite where to begin. At the end of February I had my left foot operated on. It turned out that Dr. S removed an inclusion cyst that measured 17 cm across and it had tentacles just like one of the sea creatures that are found in the ocean depths. After a brief recuperation period, I was sent to the hospital’s physical therapy department. Briefly stated, I spent 6 extremely taxing days there until all the therapists and the doctors agreed that their program was simply too challenging for me. I was to be transferred to a local rehabilitation facility. I’m B — A — C– K!!! This was old turf to me! After all, this was my third trip to this facility. Oh, my, my room was all the way at the end of the hallway. That would never do, not a patient with a tracheostomy! It so happened that a few days after I had been there, something did not go as I had hoped so I told the social worker that I wanted to return home. The social worker and nursing supervisor coaxed me into staying. My room was changed to one closer to the nurses’ station, if you could call that close! Also, I would not have a roommate. Once more I was convinced! In May I was admitted to the hospital with respiratory distress. I pretty much hit the nail on the head – pneumonia again. The day before I left for the hospital,...
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