It's Tuesday night and Nick, Claudia and I are winding down from our busy day with silly kids, doctor's appointments, amazing gifts, a new ailment, a Mexican Fiesta dinner and a long day for Nick at Kitchen Sink Studios. I'll start with the fun stuff. Tonight my loving friend Aimee dropped of a staggering gift from my parenting group moms. These are gals that I've been friends with from before Fisher was born. We attend class twice a month to learn about rearing our little wild ones and issue complaints and gain insight about things from potty training to stranger danger. Over the past few weeks, these moms have been dropping off dinners, calling, texting, emailing, taking my kids on outings and sending cards and special gifts non-stop. Tonight I was presented with a gorgeous card absolutely covered with loving notes and a Louis Vuitton box (my first). Seriously, a LV box. Inside was a stunning purple and pink scarf covered with the LV logo to wear once my hair is no longer. I was and still am in shock at their generosity and true compassion. Thank you girls, from the top and bottom of my heart. I love you all so very much.
Last night I was treated to very special visitors. Nick and I share a tad of incestry, but don't worry, it's all through the Greek system. His name is Pete Moser and his love for me is as big as he is. Let's just say his nickname has always been Big Pete. Pete, his dreamy wife Mellissa and their joyful son August were in town from New York and came over to have dinner with us. Nick and I both met Pete at UofA where Nick became Pete's big brother in the Sigma Chi fraternity, and I became his big sister at the fraternity. We've had this love triangle for about 20 years now and we could not care for each other more. Pete has always been my guardian and protector, and I know he now feels helpless. Holding this dear, dear friend as he sobbed on my shoulder was a scary but important reminder that I'm in this situation pretty deep. Pete has committed that he'll do the 40 mile Avon walk in an XXL pink t-shirt with me in two years, I can't wait. I have to make a shout out to Pete's whole family who I know is following my blog, I truly feel all your love and prayers.
I've had three doctor visits over the past two days. Yesterday was my oncologist for a check-up. I was surprised and a tad frightened to learn that my white blood cell count is pretty low. It needs to come up significantly before this Monday so that I can have my chemo treatment. My unwavering doctor confidently told me that he thinks I'm on an upswing and expects me to be in good shape by Monday. Of course, I'm worried. Then, last night, I started having significant lower back/tailbone pain. A morning call to Nurse Lyndsay confirmed that the shot of Neulasta that I got last Tuesday to raise my white blood cells is causing "bone pain" in large bone masses that are creating more white blood cells. My take is this, if it hurts, then the medicine is working and I'll get my counts up. I'm unfortunately back on pain killers which means I'm also back on prune juice. Ugg.
Today we saw the genetic counselor that I mentioned earlier. Claudia came with us, thank goodness, to help provide a little more family history. They took some blood and are sending it off to the genetic geniuses to help find where my cancer came from. This one test could tell us if my siblings and children will also be predestined for cancers. Heavy stuff.
We also saw Dr. Mossharafa, my plastic surgeon, who said all looks good. My chest expanders are still uncomfortable, but due to my $50 lacy but snug new Nordstrom bra, I feel much better. I even "slept" (maybe 3 hours last night) on my side for the first time last night. Sooo nice. My next appointment with him is in two weeks when we will start adding fluid to my expanders to start stretching my tissue in preparation for implants. The injection is done through a needle into my chest, but I don't have much feeling there anyway so the doc said it would not hurt. I'm looking forward to getting some boob shape back. I thought I was pretty flat before, you should see me now. Flat as a board.
Tomorrow Nick heads to Sedona on a client photo shoot, and my sisters are taking me wig shopping. I figure I'll get at least one to have if I want to feel sassy, but I'm pretty sure it won't get a lot of use. Who knows, I might love it. We'll take photos of some of the best and worst, I promise. I'm off to eat a big piece of chocolate cake that came with the fabulous Mexican Fiesta dinner from the loving Vanderhoff family and then try to sleep. Hasta manana!