I’m going to try to keep this brief. Man, I’m tired. This afternoon I just crashed on my bed. Mom says it’s all catching up with me since it’s pretty much been non-stop since we arrived home Sat. afternoon. The house is now cluttered thanks to all the stuff mom and I brought back with us. We accumulated so much. The cars had no space left. My sister-in-law and her family put a “Welcome Home” banner on our garage that they put messages on and even Jacob had written his name on it. It was a lovely gesture. Jacob has been attached me (or to grandma) since we’ve returned; he really missed having mommy around. He’s already testing to see what he can get away with now that I’m home. Joshua is adorable – cries a lot unless he gets constant attention – but super cute.
Terry and Marcy came to see me on Sunday. They brought me gifts from the faculty (I really like the Spanish River athletic jacket) along with a card, and there was another card from students. That one made me tear up and really miss teaching. Several said such nice things which reminded me of why I love to teach.
On Monday, mom drove me to school bright and early because the Latin American Club wanted to present me with a donation they had collected on the announcements. In over a decade at the River, I’ve never been on the TV so it was a new experience. I was a little nervous and babbled a bit, but the kids were wonderful. I made rounds and saw several colleagues, my principal, assistant principal, librarian, etc. Everyone was supportive and said I looked good. I even saw some students.
Today, I had my first weekly appointment with my oncologist. The office staff was happy to see me and there were some hugs. It was weird. My memories of the office aren’t exactly pleasant, but the people have always been good to me. I had the ritual vitals and labs, which went well – no real difference from Moffitt. My meeting with the oncologist went well too. There’s not much to report. He was mostly asking me how I was, what my experiences were, and what my doctor at Moffitt had said. I felt like he was testing me, and he probably was to a point. I did learn that normally Moffitt has you go back every two weeks at first, so my once a month status surprised him but it shows that I’m doing well. So, now I come in every Tuesday for vitals and labs. I’ll have an official meeting with my oncologist again after I go back to Moffitt. That’s about it. He didn’t change much. He said I can wean off my Prozac, that we’ll have to watch for possible hip problems in the future because they’re common, and that I just have take care of myself. He says I’m about as good as I can be for where I am right now (in the timeline).
So, I send out another thank you to everyone for their prayers, and I hope for a good night’s sleep because I am pooped.
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