The Best Medicine

I had a great week last week and felt like I was back at 100% for most of it. We met with the surgeon for my post-op and he was pleased with my healing from the port/cath placement. He also confirmed that due to the discovery of more cancer in another quadrant of the same breast, it will mean a mastectomy. We won’t be able to determine all the surgery options until we see how the “tumas” (remember...best Arnold Schwarzenegger voice) react to the chemo. So, we are praying for the chemo to act like Ms Pac-Man (as a good friend of mine suggested) to devour the cancer. I prefer that she leave the good stuff alone, but hopefully, the Neulasta will battle back for me.

Because I was feeling so good, the kids all decided to come for a visit this weekend. We had a ball with all the grandbabies and the older kids too. There was a lot of games, puzzles, and some crafting. I talked Kyle into making me a new purse organizer like my old one which is literally falling apart. He made it out of acrylic, so we’ll see how this works. He did a great job! Both boys worked together on a miniature carousel from a craft kit purchased from Hobby-Lobby that the girls picked out while shopping for a new puzzle, since they finished the one I had started earlier. The one they picked out is torturous. It should be a cardinal sin to make a puzzle in which some of the edge pieces only butt together. The girls conveniently put together all the easy parts and left the hard stuff for me to finish. Geez! I’m thinking they’re just going to have to come back to finish it…or maybe that was the plan all along.

It was the best medicine this Mama/Grammy and Dad/Pop could have asked for.  Love you all!