First, the good news...no, the GREAT news... Dr. Terstriep, my oncologist, read my PET scan and it shows NO ADDITIONAL CANCER anywhere in my body!!!! HURRAY!!! I was delighted to know that I do not have to worry about cancer anywhere else right now. We celebrated that victory! :-)
Tomorrow morning at 8am I have Chemo Class at Roger Maris Cancer Center. Can you believe a few short weeks ago, I didn't even know this class existed? Life can surely change quickly!
On Thursday, I am getting my port put in my chest. The port will make the chemo and the Herceptin easier because it won't have to go through my veins. The drugs are VERY hard on veins! I'm dreading this procedure. I know it is the right thing to do but I am NOT in the least bit looking forward to it. I think part of it is that I am finally feeling pretty good after my last two surgeries and don't want more pain. Since I'm feeling good, it must be time for more incisions, stitches, and pain pills. AARGH!
Now, the bad news...
Arland got up this morning and found our basement was flooded. Our sump pump had malfunctioned. We had standing water in parts of all six rooms.
Arland vacuumed carpets as I wiped off the linoleum and the tiled areas. We had lots of boxes setting in water. Arland carried them to a tarp on the linoleum that I had just gotten dried off. He was supposed to be at some specialized training today at his department but he had to miss a lot of it because of the mess downstairs.
We fixed up our basement less than two years ago so things were (past tense) looking very nice down there. Not so nice now.
Bob, our son, came over this evening and cut up the bedroom carpet so we could get that out of the basement. Since it was sopping wet, it was too heavy (and drippy) for Arland and Bob to carry it out in one piece. We will have to replace that obviously.
Right now, we have two dehumidifiers and about six fans running down there as we try to dry up the remaining wet spots. There are several small mountains of boxes, blankets, totes, and much other stuff piled in the middle of each room. It looks like "Tornado Alley!"
We are thankful our furniture did not get ruined. We are grateful that it wasn't worse!
This brings back so many memories. You are doing so well with this. Glad to see you are so educated on everything. I think that helps. Just keep your chin up and know we are all in this together with you. So sad about your basement. It's one of those things you don't need right now. Take care. I will call soon. Arlys
ReplyDeleteYeah on the PET scan! Boo on the basement! Ugh!
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