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!