How I'm feeling:
I'm alright. Tired. (Okay, fine. Exhausted is probably a better word. I wake up feeling decent, but by 10:00, usually, I'm tired. And it's all downhill from there. I don't even have words for how worn out I am by the time the sun goes down. But I'm alright.) My pain levels have been holding steady for the last three or so weeks, and I'm not any tired-er now than I was in my birthday week, which I'm considering a win. My cough is still hanging out. It's not going away, but it's not really getting any worse, either. So, I can't complain there. My bowels are real special, but not in any way that isn't, sadly, typical for this aged body of mine. So, like I said... I'm alright.
What happened with the car:
After six weeks of waiting, including a solid two weeks of back and forth discussions (I call them "discussions", because that seems like the nicest way to describe said conversations) with the insurance company, the Neon was deemed a total loss and my ins co cut me a check that I was able to use as a partial down payment on a 2013 Chevy Captiva. I've been driving my new-to-me ride for about two weeks now, and I must say...
I love it. I love that the seats are high. (I no longer mutter - or sometimes yell - expletives getting in and/or out of my car. ... It's been a long 4 1/2 years, people.) I love that the transmission is automatic. (No more having to shift down in rush hour traffic!) I love that it came with a 3 month trial of Sirius radio. (Who enjoys the sounds of the 40's? This girl. And now I can listen to big band music ON THE RADIO, IN MY CAR!) I love that I can hit 70 mph and not worry that my car's going to shake itself to pieces...
Come December, I may not love having a car payment again (it's been longer than I can think of, off the top of my head, since the Neon was paid off), but I figure that it was a necessary purchase... and I'm loving the heck out of the new mobile! It may have taken an Act of God to make me (okay, fine... allow me to justify the decision to) purchase a new car, but I'm glad that it did. Life is easier for my body when I'm in a higher ride, and I'm glad I finally have one of my very own (seat warmers, included).
When I will start chemo:
We don't know. ... Possibly as soon as the week of Thanksgiving. Potentially around MLK Day in January. Maybe around Easter next spring?
I had an appt with my beloved Dr. H yesterday (I had some follow-up questions to the last time I saw him, so I called his office and got myself on his schedule, like any good girlfriend would do) to go over some of the fun (read: not so fun) parts of what's coming my way. We're both hopeful that my lack of significant and obvious deterioration means that my little friends aren't growing SUPER fast in there, and we can put this chemo business off for another scan cycle or two.
My next scan is scheduled for the 20th. I'll get the results on the 21st.
Until then, I'm living a delicate balance of planning for the worst and hoping for the best. (Planning for the worst: I spent all weekend cleaning out my closet and under my bathroom sink, because I wanted to get that done before I'll be too tired and weak to even supervise someone else doing it. ... Hoping for the best: I plan on buying a Christmas tree on my way home from my results appointment and setting it up that night while I watch Elf and laugh myself sick.)
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