So a couple of weeks ago, Kyle and I stopped at a favourite restaurant of our on the cottage drive, Deb’s Restaurant on the Tynandaga reserve on Old #2 Highway in Shannonville. While it is not on the actual route, it is a detour we often take for gas or other purchases. Good home style food, generous portions,and no taxes are all part of the appeal. Be forewarned though, as it is on the reserve, non smoking legislation does not apply and you will find lots and lots of smokers. (They do have a no smoking section, but it is kind of like the no peeing section of the pool.)
One of the side effects of this round of chemo is my inability to regulate my temperature. I go from comfortable, to freezing to over- heated in the blink of an eye. As a result, when even we go inside a building, I keep my hat on, sliding it onto my shoulders when I get too warm, keeping it nearby ready to put back on my head when I cool down. It is important to remember this.
We had our dinner, were visited by the new chef who brought Kyle a tasting plate of the daily special, lasagne, and got our bill. While Kyle finished up, I headed off to pay and visit the ladies room before hitting the road. Anyway, I had finished up my business and flushed. As I turned around the toilet made a strange noise, and when I turned and looked, the hat that had been resting in my shoulder was laying in the bowl. I quickly grabbed the tie, and rescued it, rinsing the wet parts before carrying it out by the still dry tie. I asked the girl at the cash for a bag to carry it in and threw it in the truck. No big deal, I could wash it at the cottage.
After 5 days at the cottage, we returned home for my next treatment. In talking to my good friend Linda, I learned that she had the flu, and was suffering from it. She was very tired.
I regaled her with my hat in the toilet story and when I told her about asking the clerk for a bag, her response left me dumbfounded. “How was a plastic bag going to keep your head warm?” We both laughed over her misunderstanding, her tears finally stopped rolling down her cheek, we talked for a while longer and said goodnight.
The next day she emailed saying she was feeling a little better, and had been to the grocery story but was really tired. She told me she had not slept well the night before as kept on waking up all night with fits of giggles, but at least the tears had stopped. I replied to her, telling her she was a bitch when she was sick.
A week later, she was finally feeling better and we got together for coffee. When I got there, she presented me with a fleece neck wrap. It could be worn as a neck warmer, rolled and used as a ear muff, pulled up at the back and over the head for a hat that would not fall in the toilet, and finally, with an elastic holding one end closed, as a toque.
And as her daughter told us, “It’s better than a bag.”
~Inez
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Why I Started This Blog
I have decided to try and recall some of the entries I wrote in my head.
One, is why did I decide to do this.
When I started this journey, I knew as little about cancer and it's treatment as most people. And I found people had questions, but were afraid to ask. One girlfriend asked if I thought my cancer came back last spring because I had a lumpectomy instead of a mastectomy. She was very hesitant to ask, but wondered what she would do if it was her decision. I told her that given the size of the tumour, and the involvement of the lymph nodes, a mastectomy would have make little or no difference. And my opinion had changed as a couple of years ago, I was astounded that a woman I knew chose a lumpectomy over a mastectomy.
This blog, and my openness gave her somewhere to ask. I don't claim to have all (or many answers), I hope that this gives people somewhere to start with their questions.
Also, we watch those around us go through things, and we don't know what to do. We don't want to ask questions, or to intrude or appear nosy. But hopefully by writing, more of us will be able to talk to our friends about what they are going through, and listen to them. And maybe like me, their friend's questions will open doors for them.
Also, I got tiring, telling the same story over and over again. And remembering who I had told, or who I had sent an email to got more difficult with the effects of chemo brain ( the mental fog that affects chemo patients).
~Inez
One, is why did I decide to do this.
When I started this journey, I knew as little about cancer and it's treatment as most people. And I found people had questions, but were afraid to ask. One girlfriend asked if I thought my cancer came back last spring because I had a lumpectomy instead of a mastectomy. She was very hesitant to ask, but wondered what she would do if it was her decision. I told her that given the size of the tumour, and the involvement of the lymph nodes, a mastectomy would have make little or no difference. And my opinion had changed as a couple of years ago, I was astounded that a woman I knew chose a lumpectomy over a mastectomy.
This blog, and my openness gave her somewhere to ask. I don't claim to have all (or many answers), I hope that this gives people somewhere to start with their questions.
Also, we watch those around us go through things, and we don't know what to do. We don't want to ask questions, or to intrude or appear nosy. But hopefully by writing, more of us will be able to talk to our friends about what they are going through, and listen to them. And maybe like me, their friend's questions will open doors for them.
Also, I got tiring, telling the same story over and over again. And remembering who I had told, or who I had sent an email to got more difficult with the effects of chemo brain ( the mental fog that affects chemo patients).
~Inez
Sunday, January 23, 2011
More treatments
It has been a long time since I have updated you. I often write updates in my head, in bed, late at night. But of course these do not appear here.
There have been 3 more treatments since my last update. Originally Dr. Z said he would probably do 3 treatments, but somewhere along the way he decided it would be 6 treatments. This was in spite of the fact that my CT scan had been positive. Anyway,on to my treatments.
My 4th treatment, in early December, was the absolute worst, considering the first round back in 2008 and the previous 3 treatments. The actual treatment itself was uneventful, and proceeded normally, without incident. As the week went on however, it was clear that this treatment was different.
By the end of the week I had a number of strange effects. First, the skin on my fingertips thickened, until it felt like I had dipped my fingers in glue. Also, I had very little sense of touch. Within 5 days, they peeled off, in big pieces. And the strange mouth feel, with everything including water, feeling furry returned. It is hard to explain the effect, but once you experience it, you will never forget it. Drinking anything became uncomfortable, and of course you need to keep well hydrated following any treatment.
Food also lost all taste of salt. I could still taste sweet, so chocolate bars (m-m-m Big Turks are my favourite) became a staple. We had 2 special dinners to attend, so the food was interesting. Following the first one, rick's 60th birthday, I asked Kyle if the dinner had been any good. I had mislead one of my fellow dinners by telling her you could not taste the shrimp in a dish, forgetting that I could not taste anything anyway.
The second dinner was our family Christmas dinner. Again, I could not taste anything, although I did eat a full dinner, trying everything. I was assured everything was yummy.
Kyle and Greg made a trip to the cottage to finish a couple of jobs, and to deliver a batch of presents etc for Christmas. While they were gone, I slept a lot and ate very little. When you are not hunger, and there is no one to cook for, you tend not to eat. This probably lead to my sleeping a lot (10 - 12 hours a day).
By the week before Christmas, my energy levels were a little better and my taste had returned, but I found that my appetite was greatly reduced. I managed to eat a little of Christmas dinner, sampling everything, but not eating very much.
And of course, it was time for my next treatment again. Kyle, Greg and I returned from the cottage on Wednesday the 29th and I saw the doctor and received my treatment on the 30th. Kyle and I returned to the cottage that evening. We invited Kevin and Gloria up for New Year's.
By the end of that weekend my taste had disappeared again. This time however, because there was always someone around, I was cooking for someone else and forced myself to eat every day. Mornings I generally had a bowl of cereal, and I at least a little supper each day. I don't know if I was eating because I felt better, or if I felt better cause I was eating, but this round was much easier than the last. So I guess I learned that regardless of whether or not I want to eat, I have to. Again my finger tips peeled but not to the extent of the prior treatment.
This brings us to this weeks treatment. Again, the treatment itself was pretty uneventful. Karen came with me and we went off to breakfast after I was connected for my infusion and then we returned for the the afternoon's events.
While my treatment was uneventful, two of my fellow patients did not have such an easy day. One patient was the father of a past co-worker from Block. She came over and visited with us, because as she said, her dad was so zonked out on Morphine and benadryl, he did not even know if she was there or not. The other patient had a bad reaction, his blood pressure falling drastically and his collapsing on the way to the bathroom. Karen ended up assisting the nurse until her (the nurse's) panicked calls brought her co workers to assist her.
As for further treatments, I am scheduled for one more, but I do have another CT Scan scheduled for next week. Dr. Z indicated that 8 is usually the maximum nuber of treatments, as thay are so draining on the patient, so regardless of what the CT Scan shows, there will probably be only 2 more treatments for some time.
So that brings us to today, Sunday. Things are starting to taste furry again and salt taste is gone, but I have been eating. I will keep on drinking water and get the sleep I need.
Oh, and one final thing. I have formally taken a leave of absence from H & R Block this year. The door is open if I change my mind, but for now I am OK with not working. I t is weird not teaching, or attending classes, and I am sure the first week of February will be weird, but I need to take care of me for a while.
~Inez
There have been 3 more treatments since my last update. Originally Dr. Z said he would probably do 3 treatments, but somewhere along the way he decided it would be 6 treatments. This was in spite of the fact that my CT scan had been positive. Anyway,on to my treatments.
My 4th treatment, in early December, was the absolute worst, considering the first round back in 2008 and the previous 3 treatments. The actual treatment itself was uneventful, and proceeded normally, without incident. As the week went on however, it was clear that this treatment was different.
By the end of the week I had a number of strange effects. First, the skin on my fingertips thickened, until it felt like I had dipped my fingers in glue. Also, I had very little sense of touch. Within 5 days, they peeled off, in big pieces. And the strange mouth feel, with everything including water, feeling furry returned. It is hard to explain the effect, but once you experience it, you will never forget it. Drinking anything became uncomfortable, and of course you need to keep well hydrated following any treatment.
Food also lost all taste of salt. I could still taste sweet, so chocolate bars (m-m-m Big Turks are my favourite) became a staple. We had 2 special dinners to attend, so the food was interesting. Following the first one, rick's 60th birthday, I asked Kyle if the dinner had been any good. I had mislead one of my fellow dinners by telling her you could not taste the shrimp in a dish, forgetting that I could not taste anything anyway.
The second dinner was our family Christmas dinner. Again, I could not taste anything, although I did eat a full dinner, trying everything. I was assured everything was yummy.
Kyle and Greg made a trip to the cottage to finish a couple of jobs, and to deliver a batch of presents etc for Christmas. While they were gone, I slept a lot and ate very little. When you are not hunger, and there is no one to cook for, you tend not to eat. This probably lead to my sleeping a lot (10 - 12 hours a day).
By the week before Christmas, my energy levels were a little better and my taste had returned, but I found that my appetite was greatly reduced. I managed to eat a little of Christmas dinner, sampling everything, but not eating very much.
And of course, it was time for my next treatment again. Kyle, Greg and I returned from the cottage on Wednesday the 29th and I saw the doctor and received my treatment on the 30th. Kyle and I returned to the cottage that evening. We invited Kevin and Gloria up for New Year's.
By the end of that weekend my taste had disappeared again. This time however, because there was always someone around, I was cooking for someone else and forced myself to eat every day. Mornings I generally had a bowl of cereal, and I at least a little supper each day. I don't know if I was eating because I felt better, or if I felt better cause I was eating, but this round was much easier than the last. So I guess I learned that regardless of whether or not I want to eat, I have to. Again my finger tips peeled but not to the extent of the prior treatment.
This brings us to this weeks treatment. Again, the treatment itself was pretty uneventful. Karen came with me and we went off to breakfast after I was connected for my infusion and then we returned for the the afternoon's events.
While my treatment was uneventful, two of my fellow patients did not have such an easy day. One patient was the father of a past co-worker from Block. She came over and visited with us, because as she said, her dad was so zonked out on Morphine and benadryl, he did not even know if she was there or not. The other patient had a bad reaction, his blood pressure falling drastically and his collapsing on the way to the bathroom. Karen ended up assisting the nurse until her (the nurse's) panicked calls brought her co workers to assist her.
As for further treatments, I am scheduled for one more, but I do have another CT Scan scheduled for next week. Dr. Z indicated that 8 is usually the maximum nuber of treatments, as thay are so draining on the patient, so regardless of what the CT Scan shows, there will probably be only 2 more treatments for some time.
So that brings us to today, Sunday. Things are starting to taste furry again and salt taste is gone, but I have been eating. I will keep on drinking water and get the sleep I need.
Oh, and one final thing. I have formally taken a leave of absence from H & R Block this year. The door is open if I change my mind, but for now I am OK with not working. I t is weird not teaching, or attending classes, and I am sure the first week of February will be weird, but I need to take care of me for a while.
~Inez
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Adventures In Chemo Land
Another treatment down. My treatment Monday was a long day. But before we go there, let's talk about my CT Scan on Thursday. When I saw the doctor on Friday for my pre-treatment visit, they already had the results, and the news was good. The previously treated lesions on my spine all show indications of healing, and there is nothing new. So Good News there.
I was accompanied by my friend Linda to this treatment, as Kyle is up at the cottage for the week. The visit was pretty uneventful, right up to the point where the nurse came to disconnect me. She picked up the orders and read through them. She got to the bottom and asked me if I knew anything about pamidronate. I asked what is was for and she explained it was used following treatments for bone cancer to minimize and help bind calcium.
Of course I knew what it was then, and I explained the problem I had with the BoneFos. Now the nurses were conferring among themselves, and out loud. Why didn't the pharmacy send it up, and why did the first 2 or 3 nurses catch the order. So they paged Dr. Z and the the doctor that I say on Friday. No reply from either of them. The Pharmacist arrived and they conferred again. The nurse finally found a note in my chart, from October 27th by Dr. Z stating that I would be receiving it so the Pharmacist set off to prepare it.
In the meantime, they brought the orders back to my chair, and I had a chance to read them. The very 1st line referred to the pamidronate. So 3 or 4 nurses managed to miss the order, along with the Pharmacy. What if it had of been something that could have cause drastic results if missed.
I have placed a call to my primary care nurse and the Manager of Systemic Therapies. I am concerned that an error like this could have life affecting results in other circumstances, and it is not for me, as the patient to be reading the orders and making sure they get it right. Anyway, this cycle is done and now I wait to see if I need another treatment. I see Dr. Z on the 26th so I will know more then.
I was accompanied by my friend Linda to this treatment, as Kyle is up at the cottage for the week. The visit was pretty uneventful, right up to the point where the nurse came to disconnect me. She picked up the orders and read through them. She got to the bottom and asked me if I knew anything about pamidronate. I asked what is was for and she explained it was used following treatments for bone cancer to minimize and help bind calcium.
Of course I knew what it was then, and I explained the problem I had with the BoneFos. Now the nurses were conferring among themselves, and out loud. Why didn't the pharmacy send it up, and why did the first 2 or 3 nurses catch the order. So they paged Dr. Z and the the doctor that I say on Friday. No reply from either of them. The Pharmacist arrived and they conferred again. The nurse finally found a note in my chart, from October 27th by Dr. Z stating that I would be receiving it so the Pharmacist set off to prepare it.
In the meantime, they brought the orders back to my chair, and I had a chance to read them. The very 1st line referred to the pamidronate. So 3 or 4 nurses managed to miss the order, along with the Pharmacy. What if it had of been something that could have cause drastic results if missed.
I have placed a call to my primary care nurse and the Manager of Systemic Therapies. I am concerned that an error like this could have life affecting results in other circumstances, and it is not for me, as the patient to be reading the orders and making sure they get it right. Anyway, this cycle is done and now I wait to see if I need another treatment. I see Dr. Z on the 26th so I will know more then.
Monday, November 1, 2010
chemo Update
I guess it is about time I update everyone. My last chemo treatment was a week ago. And it was generally uneventful, hence the lack of updates. (Block friends will love that reference at this point in their course of studies).
That aside, I had another infection in the port site, so in the 5 days before treatment, Dr. Z had me on another course of antibiotics. And it cleared up, so that they were able to access my port for my treatment. And as I said, it was uneventful. The port was easily accessed and the treatment was quick and easy.
I am currently at home without my own wheels for the next couple of weeks while Kyle and Greg take part in the annual male bonding exercise known as deer hunting. I have Mandy's car to use when she is not in school and her BF even offered me his truck, so I am not stranded.
So until something interesting happens, I quess that is all for now, Bye
~Inez
That aside, I had another infection in the port site, so in the 5 days before treatment, Dr. Z had me on another course of antibiotics. And it cleared up, so that they were able to access my port for my treatment. And as I said, it was uneventful. The port was easily accessed and the treatment was quick and easy.
I am currently at home without my own wheels for the next couple of weeks while Kyle and Greg take part in the annual male bonding exercise known as deer hunting. I have Mandy's car to use when she is not in school and her BF even offered me his truck, so I am not stranded.
So until something interesting happens, I quess that is all for now, Bye
~Inez
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Gone Again
So it has come to pass that my hair is falling out again.
Yesterday, I was constantly picking hair off my shirt, but it did not dawn on me that it was falling out. Last night while having coffee at Linda's, we were talking about my nails and how they seemed to be in good condition, when I ran my fingers through my hair and was left holding a handful of it.
So, the plan this morning is to shave my head again, get it all over with in one fell swoop. Having it fall out on it's own just is not an attractive look. Now all I have to do is find all my hats from last time.
~Inez
Yesterday, I was constantly picking hair off my shirt, but it did not dawn on me that it was falling out. Last night while having coffee at Linda's, we were talking about my nails and how they seemed to be in good condition, when I ran my fingers through my hair and was left holding a handful of it.
So, the plan this morning is to shave my head again, get it all over with in one fell swoop. Having it fall out on it's own just is not an attractive look. Now all I have to do is find all my hats from last time.
~Inez
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Back Into The Fray
I guess it is time to update everyone on the last week. Saturday passed uneventful. Sherry and I went out for breakfast. The nurse arrived around 1 o’clock and started a new IV, as the one they started Friday at the Cancer Centre won’t work. She hooked me up to my IV pump, which I would be toting around for the next 26 or so hours. I spent a quite day, as my right hand was bandaged up like a prize fighter, and there was not much I could do.
Sunday arrived and I was going nuts. I found a large pair of rubber gloves, so that I could at least do the dishes. Afterwards, I noticed a wet spot on the dressing, and saw that the IV line had come undone. I was able to do it back up. I called in to the agency and let them know what had happened. The nurse called and said that since I had done it back up there was nothing to worry about.
I watched a little tv and decided to make myself some lunch. As I was opening my can of soup, and was shaking it into the pot, I noticed water spraying all over the place. My IV had come loss, just as the pump entered its’ active phase. It was splashing all over, in my soup so I poured it down the sink, so much for lunch. I turned the pump off, and called the agency again. They said they would notify the nurse. She called in about an hour saying she would be there soon. When she arrived she was surprised to hear that my IV was not finished, since the office had not called her. Her call had just been to let me know she was on the way.
She attempted to restart my IV (4 times) and finally admitted defeat. She sent me off the Emerg, again, for them to restart the IV, or to reassess me. Luckily Sherry was nearby and she drove me to the hospital. She seemed hesitant to leave me, but I anticipated another long wait and convinced her I would call if I needed a ride.
This visit was much more pleasant than the last one. After my initial interview with the triage nurse, I was ushered inside were I was seen by the doctor within 5 minutes. Almost immediately, Adam, the nurse was in and on the 2nd attempt got my IV started. He used a new style of IV and clamp. They ran the full course of antibiotics and he wrapped me up with IV in place ready for Monday.
Monday morning we saw Dr. Zalewski, and he was pleased with the process of my port infection. He ordered another week of antibiotics, oral to make sure we got it all. He decided that my treatment would take place, so off to the chemo suite we went. When we got in, the nurse was questioning whether to use the IV or port, as the orders did not indicate either. After a wait of almost 45 minutes, the doctor confirmed that she should NOT use the port and to use the IV. But guess what, she could not draw any blood through it. She had to run another IV. I think that by now I up to about 9 attempts/or accesses in my hand. Anyway, she starts another IV and it was off to the races.
This chemo drug is extremely hard on your nails, so in order to slow down the circulation in your hands and feet, they wrap them in freezer packs, imploring you to keep them on as long as possible. You are courting frostbite in an effort to protect your nails. Kyle spent the whole period jumping up and down either taking the ice packs off or putting them back on my feet, my hero. Anyway, I survived the freezing and the treatment was soon over.
Tuesday started a new adventure. We started with a 10 am visit to Sunnybrook, for Mandy’s 4-month check-up. We ended up10 minutes late, as the 401 was at a stand still and the arterial roads were not much better. We made it and her doctor was pleased and she received the good news that her check-ups were now going to be every 6 months. We stopped at IKEA on the way home and did a little shopping and had lunch.
After a short rest at home, we headed out again, this time to Toronto General Hospital for Kyle’s CT Scan. We left at 4:30 for a 6:30 appointment as you never know what kind of trouble you are going to run into driving into downtown Toronto, given the mornings adventure. We arrived at the doors of Toronto General in 38 minutes. Now he was almost 90 minutes early for his appointment. He decided to go in early, get his hospital id card (figures, they closed at 4 pm) and headed down to imaging. The technician came out, asked if he could drink that yummy water is 30 minutes, and they took him in early. He was done and out before his 6:30 appointment time. And we were home before he should have been done.
Wednesday was my post treatment nursing visit. My blood pressure was fine and she took off my port dressing. And of course that meant I would get to have my first shower in a week. Yippee. She did not have a suture removal kit, so will have to wait until next week to have my stitch in my neck removed.
Kyle and went to the cottage alone for Thanksgiving. Greg wanted to go paintballing and Mandy was going with Luke to his Nan's.
We spent a pretty quite weekend, we had Thanksgiving Dinner with John and Nancy and Jay on Sunday night. It was the first time since we have owned the cottage, that I did not do Thanksgiving at our place. On Monday we went into Pine Valley and had another Thanksgiving Dinner.
Today was Kyle's visit to see the surgeon at Princess Margaret Hospital. Good News, he does not have cancer.
Anyway, That is all for now.
~Inez
Sunday arrived and I was going nuts. I found a large pair of rubber gloves, so that I could at least do the dishes. Afterwards, I noticed a wet spot on the dressing, and saw that the IV line had come undone. I was able to do it back up. I called in to the agency and let them know what had happened. The nurse called and said that since I had done it back up there was nothing to worry about.
I watched a little tv and decided to make myself some lunch. As I was opening my can of soup, and was shaking it into the pot, I noticed water spraying all over the place. My IV had come loss, just as the pump entered its’ active phase. It was splashing all over, in my soup so I poured it down the sink, so much for lunch. I turned the pump off, and called the agency again. They said they would notify the nurse. She called in about an hour saying she would be there soon. When she arrived she was surprised to hear that my IV was not finished, since the office had not called her. Her call had just been to let me know she was on the way.
She attempted to restart my IV (4 times) and finally admitted defeat. She sent me off the Emerg, again, for them to restart the IV, or to reassess me. Luckily Sherry was nearby and she drove me to the hospital. She seemed hesitant to leave me, but I anticipated another long wait and convinced her I would call if I needed a ride.
This visit was much more pleasant than the last one. After my initial interview with the triage nurse, I was ushered inside were I was seen by the doctor within 5 minutes. Almost immediately, Adam, the nurse was in and on the 2nd attempt got my IV started. He used a new style of IV and clamp. They ran the full course of antibiotics and he wrapped me up with IV in place ready for Monday.
Monday morning we saw Dr. Zalewski, and he was pleased with the process of my port infection. He ordered another week of antibiotics, oral to make sure we got it all. He decided that my treatment would take place, so off to the chemo suite we went. When we got in, the nurse was questioning whether to use the IV or port, as the orders did not indicate either. After a wait of almost 45 minutes, the doctor confirmed that she should NOT use the port and to use the IV. But guess what, she could not draw any blood through it. She had to run another IV. I think that by now I up to about 9 attempts/or accesses in my hand. Anyway, she starts another IV and it was off to the races.
This chemo drug is extremely hard on your nails, so in order to slow down the circulation in your hands and feet, they wrap them in freezer packs, imploring you to keep them on as long as possible. You are courting frostbite in an effort to protect your nails. Kyle spent the whole period jumping up and down either taking the ice packs off or putting them back on my feet, my hero. Anyway, I survived the freezing and the treatment was soon over.
Tuesday started a new adventure. We started with a 10 am visit to Sunnybrook, for Mandy’s 4-month check-up. We ended up10 minutes late, as the 401 was at a stand still and the arterial roads were not much better. We made it and her doctor was pleased and she received the good news that her check-ups were now going to be every 6 months. We stopped at IKEA on the way home and did a little shopping and had lunch.
After a short rest at home, we headed out again, this time to Toronto General Hospital for Kyle’s CT Scan. We left at 4:30 for a 6:30 appointment as you never know what kind of trouble you are going to run into driving into downtown Toronto, given the mornings adventure. We arrived at the doors of Toronto General in 38 minutes. Now he was almost 90 minutes early for his appointment. He decided to go in early, get his hospital id card (figures, they closed at 4 pm) and headed down to imaging. The technician came out, asked if he could drink that yummy water is 30 minutes, and they took him in early. He was done and out before his 6:30 appointment time. And we were home before he should have been done.
Wednesday was my post treatment nursing visit. My blood pressure was fine and she took off my port dressing. And of course that meant I would get to have my first shower in a week. Yippee. She did not have a suture removal kit, so will have to wait until next week to have my stitch in my neck removed.
Kyle and went to the cottage alone for Thanksgiving. Greg wanted to go paintballing and Mandy was going with Luke to his Nan's.
We spent a pretty quite weekend, we had Thanksgiving Dinner with John and Nancy and Jay on Sunday night. It was the first time since we have owned the cottage, that I did not do Thanksgiving at our place. On Monday we went into Pine Valley and had another Thanksgiving Dinner.
Today was Kyle's visit to see the surgeon at Princess Margaret Hospital. Good News, he does not have cancer.
Anyway, That is all for now.
~Inez
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