I found out that, unknowingly, I have been over-dosing on my anti-nausea meds (not my fault, believe it or not). There's a good chance that was contributing to my extreme mental fog. I can't blame it all on that though. I haven't taken Zofran for several days and today after my series of naps, thought I could make a trip to Target to pick up the over the counter steroids that I caved and asked for and then to Cub for some basics and a Red Box rental. While at Cub I remembered that I had forgotten to stop at the pharmacy. Back to Target. While at Target, I remembered that I forgot to go to go to Red Box. Back to Cub. Ended up with four movies. Don't ask. After all that driving I had to get gas. Wow. Gas prices. That is all.
Then I jumped back in the car to get back to my mom and Ella. So I drove to my mom's house. Then I remembered they were at my house. Rick is out of town for work tonight, so my mom locked me in before she left. She is a very smart lady.
Chemo was nice and smooth today. The infusion center got new chairs. They are heated, massaging recliners. Very, very nice. Kara came with me today and kept me talking way too much!! She is always so entertaining!
The chemo nurse must have overheard Kara and I's conversations ( it was pretty quiet today, the whole room probably heard us) because when she came in to push the Adriamycin and then later to hang the Cytoxin, she prayed that it would find the remaining cancer cells and attack them and miss the healthy cells. I loved that! She was new, I really liked her. I always get excited when I hear people are praying for me. At church on Sunday, at that usually awkward greeting time, I "met" somebody that I've known of for years, but our paths have honestly never crossed. I knew her name so I was able to use it. She asked my name. Then she asked what my last name was. I saw something click, and then she responded with excitement, "I've been praying for you!!" I tried so hard not to cry, but can't get over that people who have never met me are praying for me!!
And then there is the Hill Family and company in Tennessee that is letting God use them in a God-sized answer to prayers. Part of my heart has always been in Tennessee. Uncle Stan and Aunt Bunny live there. Everybody should have an Uncle Stan and Aunt Bunny in their live! So does my cousin, Kevin, who has the coolest life. He's a fireman turned air-traffic controller and the sweetest man-boy there is. He will always be the boy that let me give him a makeover! He didn't stand a chance with a sister and three female cousins at holidays! Get this, he just got back from a week long soccer tournament for air traffic controllers in Ireland! So does Laura. You know that friend (that is also family) that you don't get to see. Ever. But you pray for and think about all the time? And when you do talk and finally get together, not a moment has passed? That's Laura. I really hate that we live so far apart. We were in each others weddings (Happy Anniversary Michael and Laura! Grateful that I was able to be a part of it! Great memories! I pray that God continues to strengthen your marriage as you look to Him for all things and blesses you and your family as you have so richly blessed us!) and just don't get to see each other enough now that we're all grow up! So sweet, sweet Laura married into the Hill family. They have a family business. They have used that business to bless our family. I told Michael that a cancer diagnosis, double mastectomy, going bald and living in constant nausea and fatigue for days on end (combined) haven't reduced me to the puddle of tears that this generosity has! So now, more so than ever, part of my heart stays in Tennessee with my family and now my cousins family! Want to know the kicker? I've only met the Hill family once. At a wedding. Yes. God is that good.
Time for bed. Remind me to tell you about God's next assignment for me! It's a good one!
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