Because my mind has been so fuzzy, I asked my kids to be with me when the doctor made his rounds yesterday. More tests results would have been in and we had questions. Their minds are functioning at full speed while mine is in a lower gear. We had spoken with the nurses the day before on the approximate timing of the doctor rounds and we were assured that we would be seen sometime between 7-8 a.m. Paige’s new position at work did not allow her to be there but Todd took time off arriving at my bedside at 6:30 a.m. with a breakfast sandwich in hand for me. Sweet! Around 8 my wonderful nurse, Christina poked her head inside my room. Smiling she said, “It won’t be long now. The doctors are making rounds”. We thanked her and waited and waited and waited. At 10 a.m. she came back into my room and said I had been forgotten on the rounds. My normal oncologist was at a retreat during the weekend and I had been treated by another doctor who floats across the country filling in. A different doctor was making rounds for Dr. Dan on Monday. I looked at Todd who had been with me all morning missing 2 meetings at Micron. I said “I guess I am the red headed stepchild”. The doctor finally came during the lunch hour. His visit was short but he gave the news I could go home. YES! My nurse had been wonderful and faxed my prescriptions down to the pharmacy early so we could swing by on our way out, pick them up and head home. I was beyond excited. However, when we arrived at the pharmacy they had not even started filling it and we waited over 30 minutes. I am sitting in the wheelchair, Todd is standing beside me in the hall with a line full of very sick people, coughing, etc. I had to wear a heavy mask if I went beyond my hospital room. I had left my mask in my room thinking I would no longer need it. So much for protecting myself from others. At long last my wonderful son finally was able to bring me home. My eyes teared up as we turned north onto Plummer knowing I would soon be in my safe haven. When we opened the door entering the house I could smell a “not so nice” smell. I soon discovered I had left my yogurt bowl in the sink and the garbage had not been emptied since Friday. Gross! I quickly went about opening windows to air the house and took care of the culprits that were causing the odor. It felt so good to be home.
Although home, I am still declining visitors. My body is compromised right now and the best treatment for me is rest. I have enjoyed reading your emails and blog comments. Each one has lifted my spirits. If attitude is half the battle then a strong support group is certainly the other half. Thank you, dear friends. You have been the encouragement I have needed.