Milestone:
An important event; a turning point.
Back in September, I promised Dr K I would get
something for flu prevention. He said my immune system was still pretty much
shot and although it is getting better each day, he wanted me to stay that
way. He said shot and I said spray, but
I agreed. After all, I did get the spray
last year and never got the flu. Got breast
cancer, but never did get the flu.
So on Monday, 328 days after the last time I had sat waiting
for Dr Jones, I found myself in the room where it all began, waiting on
her. She walks in, looks at me and says “I
know you are thinking it—back to where it all began. Tell me about it.” So I did.
I told her I owed her so much for giving me Dr Lynn who in turn gave me
Dr K and I had been so lucky and blessed with my medical care and all those
involved. I then told her I drove Dr K
nuts by ending up in the hospital so many times, and how Portia ruptured – she said
I bet she (Dr Lynn) was ticked- I
assured her ticked was not the right word, but she was already laughing
thinking about it. (She knows my crazy
surgeon). And I got a physical. A normal physical. NORMAL!!!!!
She then asked me about all those normal things—glucose, cholesterol, etc and I told her I had not had labs in ages and did not know. As it was an afternoon appointment, she knew
I had eaten, but she asked just in case we could work around it. I confessed to eating Big Mac—something I have not had in months
and will not have again for a few more months and of course she says—did you
have fries? Why yes, I did have a few. Then damned if I did not get the look and the
you need to lose a few pounds talk. Well
crap. I tried to tell her how Dr K
always told me I was at a good weight (I forgot to mention I always yelled back
at him a good weight for who) but she was having none of it. So much for the cancer excuse.
Anyway, while we were talking, I remembered I had been a
wee bit sick when I got the flu spray and since elections are so close, and I
cannot be sick as it is going to be a long day (Chief Judge here..:)), I
mentioned not getting the spray for a week or two. She says fine and then says she needs to
think about me getting the spray. “Why?” I ask—“well” she explains “the spray is live
and the shot is not.” Double crap. She laughed her head off when I said (under
my breath but apparently loudly) “the hell with Dr K… I am NOT getting a shot.
Besides, I don’t see him until March.”
However, as I was leaving I was told I WOULD be getting the shot when I
came in for blood work. Lovely.
It’s been a while since I updated, so here are a few
things—milestones if you would—I have conquered?! First, while Pia is still an open wound, I am
now packing it myself. When I informed Dr
Lynn of this on Tuesday, she said “oh, your poor mother. It was her job.” I told her Mom was now able to more freely
about her life. She then told me it was
about time to do it on my own. I told her to make up her mind. By the way, apparently Pia is going to take a
while to heal due to my compromised immune system courtesy of the
radiation. We are talking January. Lovely. And she will not let it close until
she is ready. Translated that means she
will be opening it again (in the office) in the near future. I will say her near future was Tuesday and my
near future is November 29. I won that
battle. Of course we all know how I
am. Bet I will be calling her in a few
weeks. Then I will have to hear how she
is always right…
I also ditched Scarlett and Lizzie. I was hoping to do it October 1 for Breast
Cancer Awareness month, but I walked into work on Saturday, September 29 and
told Gaye it was driving me nuts. She said
take it off—so I did. Funny, I always
knew I would lose the wig while working with Gaye. Have not put them on since. Liberating, but scary at the same time. It was very short those first few weeks and
the reactions were amusing at times. The
one that killed me was “I love your new haircut.” Seriously, do you really think I did this on
purpose was all I wanted to say to some people.
But I refrained. My other
response was “my oncologist made me do it.”
I tried that out a few weeks ago on one of my patrons who laughed and
laughed and then it turns out she knows Dr K.
Great… just great was my thought!
Many people did not know I had been sick, they just thought I was
working different hours—tells you how great Scarlett and Lizzie really
were! The real hair is coming back
nicely—thick and curly. And it is at
that stage in which people just want to touch it—makes me laugh.
Drum roll please….. I worked 40 hours last week!! The first time since the week before
Thanksgiving of last year! Yes, it just
about killed me, but it would have been a nice kill. I am basically there. Yes, I am probably overdoing it—not just at
work; I am getting my life back. It is a
wonderful feeling.
Life
has gone on and I am so thankful I am still here for the ride!
