59\365 End of February

The day was too perfect to stay at home and do the mundane so we had set out to do "something" and we found ourselves at the Bay Bluffs Park. V and I had visited it sometime early in our marriage so I knew this would be hard for me. Going down was no problem, but the coming back up... Wow, I am so out of shape. But it was worth it, it was beautiful and the kids had a blast. Good way to end a month.

58/365

I've been ignoring this for the last two weeks, and that has to stop.

57/365 One of our favorite places

It's impossible during the summer with the crowds that a hot day brings. People swim in unmarked areas while others race up and down the river on loud jet-skis and boats. The trashy leave behind their trash, often in the form of broken beer bottles and cigarette butts, and parking is at a minimum. But it's not yet summer so even though the broken glass is still there, and even though it's not warm enough to stick our feet in the water, we love it.



Friday - Feb. 26, 2010

56/365 Doctors, again

There hasn't been a day this week one of us hasn't been at a doctor office. To sum up, Monday was my appointment and infusion, Tuesday V had a very minor surgery to remove a small cyst next to his eye, and then yesterday I had my follow-up.

Today sick boy went, even though he wasn't complaining of a thing, and even though he wasn't running a fever. In true L style there was something wrong and it came in the form of strep throat so gruesome looking the doctor recoiled. "He hasn't been complaining of pain?" No, he rarely ever does. He just stops being L when things are bad with him.

At the same time V was dealing with what was now an open wound where the cyst no longer was. It had happened the night before while he was working, and sounded like a gruesome affair complete with pain, swelling, and nastiness. As soon as L was taken care of we were off to the Eye Institute for him to get checked out.

Proof L is not himself, in front of the Eye Institute is a small bridge that passes over a little pond. He stared out at it as we sat, waiting for his dad to return to the car, and all he said was "That is pretty neat." We waited for over 30 minutes, and he just quietly sat there.

You'd think I could do better than this for the pic of the day, but my mind has been elsewhere. There is no picture of the pond, or any of the other things there could have been pictures of.

Just keeping everything crossed we manage break the cycle and have a doctor free day tomorrow.

55/365 It's been a day

Too much time in traffic


yet another Dr. visit for me


and a sick baby boy.

54/365 Killing Time

Twice a week both my boys have speech. The oldest is taken right from his class, but the youngest does drop-in, so I take him and sit while he does his thing. If V is off work we usually both go, because almost always there is something to do right after and it's just easier to go from there. Sometimes we both go sit in the busy school office, other times one of us will stay out in the car. Either way, waiting can suck so time killers are necessary. Today I went with...

53/365 Six hours of my Monday

My appointment with the hematologist was at 9:20, but he was late and there was much waiting before I saw him for all of 2 seconds. He quickly showed me labs then sent me on my way to my first iron infusion to battle the ongoing anemia I am dealing with. I'd attempted to have this done once in a past, but after 3 unsuccessful and painful sticks that involved a lot of digging, and the second girl to work on me just shaking her head and sighing, I'd said enough. Today was better. One bad jab, one successful, and no pain like last time. I know who to ask for now, at least, and who to avoid.

First came steroids, then Benadryl, then the test dose and to see if I would have an anaphylactic-type reaction. Cheery thought.

I read until the Benadryl made me too drowsy, then I just talked with Vaughn. He sat there getting me things as I needed them, making me laugh over silly stuff.

When I didn't attempt to die on them they gave me the big bag. (crappy cell phone pic)


This was my stylish pink wrap to keep my IV secure.


This took place at one of the local cancer centers where outpatient IV chemotherapy services are given. There was a display with wigs and hats, and people came and went, some of which were obviously very, very ill. Most patients who walked in there looked at everyone of us sitting in those recliners and gave each a smile. I returned all smiles and head nods, and said a little prayer for them for whatever battle they were fighting, even if it was just anemia like me. A fearful little part of me fretted this was my introduction to this place and I'd be seeing much more of it. I wish my mind didn't work like that but it does. I didn't dwell on that or let it get me down, I had a bad book to read and a silly husband to chat with, and I'd be damned if I was going to worry over myself there, of all places.

I do go back for at least one more treatment next Thursday, then the doctor will decide if I need more based on labs. I'm hoping this will fix me.