Yesterday was new territory yet again for us rookie cancer people. Not that there was anything new in the diagnosis or anything. Chris just had her first visit with the actual medical oncologist. He was to review her blood work from last week, then lay out the plan for her taking the one-a-day pill for five years for hormone therapy.
On our way in to the hospital, we saw an old high school friend of mine. Haven’t seen him in years. I didn’t recognize him. He knew me right away, though. Asked me if I graduated from Ball High in 1971. Can’t get much more specific than that. Guess I haven’t changed much in 52 years.
We thought we would be late for Chris’ 9:40 appointment. We checked in about 9:45. Not that we were that late, right? Well, we didn’t see hide nor hair of the doc until 10:30 when a fellow came in. She was quite personable as she got her info and left. Then we waited again. The fellow came back a little before 11 to get some more info. This time the doc did stick his head in, but it was the wrong place at the wrong time. Not ready to see us yet. So he left. He finally got to us sometime after 11:30. All went as expected. They called in the new medicine for us to pick up. Ordered bloodwork for next month and a bone density scan as a baseline (something to do with potential medication side effects). No word on why it took so long to be seen, though.
After getting some groceries at Walmart, we headed over to Randall’s for what amounted to the first round of Chris’ meds. The new prescription wasn’t ready yet, so I guess we’ll be back today.
We did see some fire fighters in the parking lot. They were on their way back from a two-hour broken four-inch gas line call. That had to be brutal in this heat. They were thankful for the cloud cover, though. Just doing the job. Proud of those guys.
Now for some REALLY interesting news …
Last night someone somehow snuck into our bathroom after Chris went to sleep. This sneaky interloper managed to deface her brand new, birthday gift toilet seat. Well, actually “deface” wouldn’t be the right word, exactly. More like “face.” When Chris got up to go to the bathroom at 3:30 a.m., she was greeted with a glorious, shining, full-sized, in-color image of a smiling … um … face, staring up at her from the underside of the toilet cover. Now how this bathroom invader managed to get a massive 8.5 by 11 image of my face completely covering the page is totally beyond me. Awfully funny, but certainly beyond my capacity to pull off. After all … I was watching the Astros game, wasn’t I?
Well, Chris really appreciated the gesture, nonetheless. When she returned to bed, she had something to say. Fortunately, I had awakened when she arose, so I was lucid enough to comprehend her response to such a marvelous surprise. “Ha. Ha. Ha,” she said (Notice the lack of exclamation points? For some reason her voice seemed so … monotone). And she continued,
“You better be glad I love you.”
See? I told told you she truly appreciated the gift. The Best Birthday Present Ever just keeps giving and giving. Oh! And she loves me! What a bonus!
Philippians 2:13 says, for it is God who works in you to will and to act in order to fulfill his good purpose.
Father, be with Chris as she adjusts now to the new medication that she has to take for the next five years. Amen.
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