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because typing is such a pain in the butt for me right now. It's driving me crazy.......
I will share this one conversation at our house this morning. Carlos asked me where I was going this morning......
Me: I have to go to my radiation treatment
Carlos: What do they do at radiation?
Me: I lie on a table and they do kind of an x-ray thingy and then I glow in the dark.
Carlos: Really?! That's so cool!
Me: Honey, I'm just kidding. I don't glow in the dark....
Carlos: Awww man...too bad..... that would have been really cool.
sigh.....I just love the fact that he really thought I would glow in the dark......
I'm so excited about teaching my cone class at Paper Tales this Sunday!
It will be from 1-3 p.m. on July 19th.
If you're interested, just give them a call and sign up! It's pretty exciting to have something scheduled on my calendar that isn't a medical appointment. I hope I don't head on over to Kaiser by accident. I think I'll have Michelle give me a wake up call that morning......
Talk to you soon! Karin
A bit of my pink stuff....
After buying a $30 wristband for unlimited rides at the Del Mar Fair, I encounter this roadblock..........
The man at the ride wouldn't let me go on with my arm wrap. No matter my protests that my arm was neither broken nor sprained be wouldn't budge. I told him I would be super careful and promised to refrain from getting too wild on the ride. Between the sad forlorn face of a four year old standing next to me and my relentless begging, he finally conceded. But his face had a look that said "this could cost me my job lady."
What was the ride you ask....the "MileHigher"...."Bungee Jump"....the "Death Drop" ride?
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or the Elephant Circus Train?
It may have been my imagination, but I swear it went a couple of mile per hour slower this year.......
After getting turned away from a bunch of rides by operators that didn't have a clue, I finally found out that I needed a medical waver to get on the rides. I was thinking that maybe someone, possibly the guy who initially tried to put the wristband on my wrapped hand, or the guy who sold me the band asking me a million questions about my arm, could have informed me of this. idiots. Nonetheless, we had a great time as usual. We met up with some friends and they took the older kids to the big midway, while my mom and I stayed in the kids area.
We told them we would meet up with them in an hour ......or ten.
So far, we have been Seaworld two times. Possibly heading back again today.....
Fun times.....
Tragic times.......
Hungry times with people who think we live in Siberia.......
Hungry times with people who forgot she gained 25 pounds during chemo......
Memories of a lifetime times.....
"It's good to be back again" times.......
I had all these adventures plotted out with "big arm" for your reading enjoyment. However, I'm on strict orders to never call it that again. My friend Gail (in above pic), who was here visiting last week, has me doing positive visualization exercises about my arm. Such as "my arm is healthy and slim." Hmmmmm.....But, maybe she's right. When I went in today for my measurements the swelling had gone down. It's still there; but, it's definitely getting better. I will continue to wear the arm wrap throughout the radiation since rads are such a high risk factor for the swelling. At least I can see some positive outcome to all of this. The negative is it's reeeeeaaallllly hard to type. But I'll manage somehow....
This week has been crazy with three physical therapy appointments (I had four last week); I started radiation on Monday which will continue five days a week for 6 weeks; And I had my avastin treatment was this week also. Yesterday I went from phys therapy to radiation to avastin. While I was driving all over town trying to get to my appointments on time, I just tried to pretend on was on a whirlwind press junket for a new blockbuster movie.
In the meantime I'm still recovering from my friend Gail & kids being in town. The both of us had five kids in tow for 3 days.....we never stopped. It was a celebration of sorts....a celebration of having the energy to keep up with the kids at every turn. It was also a great distraction from my arm wrap.
Tons of fun was had at the beach. After warning all the kids and requiring them to sign a contract outlining an immediate beach burial upon any errant sand that is thrown, kicked, tossed or flung my way, they grabbed their boogie boards and retreated to the ocean......
Because I didn't trust any one of their promises on the "No Sand Zone" policy, we made them sit far away from us on another blanket, preferably with the family under the blue tent behind us.......
The kids found a prehistoric octopus tentacle on the beach.......Well, that's what I told them anyway.....
Woo Hoo!!! We're riding the coaster.....
Wait...can I still get outta here.....
Sandcastles, dams, and aqueducts were built with fervor......
I believe at this point Unions were being formed in regards to "sand moving restrictions," "height requirements of sand castles" and just plain "let's do it my way" policies.......
With kids and the beach, it's all about moving sand...........
I now have my other sister and niece in town. I'm am never letting her go home....she makes me dinner and breakfast, and, get this, she brings coffee to my bed when I get up.....I'm going to see if my doctor will write a directive that she needs stay here for the next year.....
We are off to the Del Mar Fair tomorrow...wish me luck! Talk to you soon!
