If you remember, prior to the end of chemo I was told that new hair growth would begin about a month post treatment. Well, treatment ended on June 8th. Today is July 9th. Ummmm... where's the hair people. No hair growth. none. zero. zilch.
And to add insult to injury, the squirrels in the shower aren't getting any smaller either.
I go back to the hospital for blood work on Wednesday. They want to make sure that my blood work has recovered. I also need to have my port flushed. I think my port has to be flushed every 4 to 6 weeks... or something like that. I'm not looking forward to the saline taste in my month. You have no idea how awful awful awful it tastes. ugh.
I am still sensitive to some foods .... popcorn and lemon are the two main ones. Popcorn ... oh beloved popcorn ... why have you turned on me?
Saturday, July 9, 2011
A very expensive lotto ticket
Introducing the soon-to-be, new-to-us chateau Robbins!
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Now you know what I've been doing for the past months. It was tough not to blog about the house, but it's difficult to play hardball with the seller if he reads my deepest, darkest secrets online. Basically, I was scared I would mess things up.
Stress is an interesting topic post cancer. A few months ago, Eric and I asked ourselves whether or not my body could handle the stress of buying a home, selling a home, and especially, fixing a home that's over a hundred years old. In the end, I decided that I didn't want to change my life because of cancer. I certainly didn't want to live in fear of the cancer coming back. So, as I did five years ago when purchasing the condo Eric and I currently live in, I asked myself where I want to be in 5 or 10 years. Now five years ago I was single; I wanted to find Eric and start a family. I'm not saying "If you build it, they will come," but I bought the house and Eric arrived within the month. Cliche but true ... and since it worked the first time ...
Five to ten years from today, Eric and I (ideally) want a big family (four kids would be fine thank you), and a good community. I think if we shove them in long-ways, this house can fit a few more children than our basement condo!
It does feel odd to want perfection when I just finished my last chemo treatment, but hey, if I don't buy the lotto ticket, I'm guaranteed to never win the lotto. A week from today, Eric and I are buying a very expensive lotto ticket.
Now you know what I've been doing for the past months. It was tough not to blog about the house, but it's difficult to play hardball with the seller if he reads my deepest, darkest secrets online. Basically, I was scared I would mess things up.
Stress is an interesting topic post cancer. A few months ago, Eric and I asked ourselves whether or not my body could handle the stress of buying a home, selling a home, and especially, fixing a home that's over a hundred years old. In the end, I decided that I didn't want to change my life because of cancer. I certainly didn't want to live in fear of the cancer coming back. So, as I did five years ago when purchasing the condo Eric and I currently live in, I asked myself where I want to be in 5 or 10 years. Now five years ago I was single; I wanted to find Eric and start a family. I'm not saying "If you build it, they will come," but I bought the house and Eric arrived within the month. Cliche but true ... and since it worked the first time ...
Five to ten years from today, Eric and I (ideally) want a big family (four kids would be fine thank you), and a good community. I think if we shove them in long-ways, this house can fit a few more children than our basement condo!
It does feel odd to want perfection when I just finished my last chemo treatment, but hey, if I don't buy the lotto ticket, I'm guaranteed to never win the lotto. A week from today, Eric and I are buying a very expensive lotto ticket.
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