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Sunday, June 26, 2011

Vacation - Part 2: Up On The Roof

Ok, so we were able to get our tickets switched for the following day &successfully made it out & vacation was officially on!  I really don't love flying, but gotta do whatcha gotta do.  

So we get into town & head out to dinner & drinks.  Awesome.  As usual.  We always go to Longhorn Steakhouse on our way to Mom's from the airport.  Great steaks & great martinis.  That's pretty much travel in to town day.

Next day, we head down to River Street.  One of my FAVORITE places in Savannah to visit.  And you have to eat at Spanky's when you go there.  Best. Chicken Fingers. Ever.  Yep.  Gotta get Hot Bread & Cheese, & a Fingers & Spuds basket.  And O got me a Spanky's Tshirt. And we browsed around a bit.  

It was unseasonably hot while we were there. So it was time for a nice cold drink. So we headed to a new place - Rocks On The Roof, at the top of a hotel on River Street & I had the BEST martini.  It was called a Pomegranate Sunset.  And It was GOOOOD.  Very nice place, this Rocks place.  You can sit inside, or outside.  And since you're up on the roof, you get a great view of the river, the Talmadge Bridge, & the new War Memorial. 

Headed back home to rest & relax a bit before the big family get together & Low Country Boil Feast.  Really enjoyed hanging out with the family & enjoying great, fresh seafood!  Just wish we could have gotten together more than just the one time.  

Next, Vacation - Part 3: Things'll Be Great When You're DOWNTOWN!

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Vacation - Part 1: I Just Ran.......

Finally took a vacation & flew back home to see the family.  First time since right before my diagnosis.  Last time I went home, I went with the lump in the boobie.  Yep. I took my tumor on vacation.  And half of that trip was messed up because the airline lost our bags for 3 days of the 5 day trip.  

Soooooo, this time, we packed light, followed the airline's guidelines for carry on bags, & planned to carry everything on...NO CHECKING bags.  So you can just imagine how much I totally freaked when, as we're approaching the plane at the end of the jetway, the 2 airline agents start checking all bags.  And it was all like hurry hurry....because even as we stood there in the jetway, with about 50 people behind us, all with carry on bags, the flight was about 35 minutes past the scheduled departure time.  So yeah, I started freaking out.  Tried to reason with the female agent that I canNOT be separated from my bag.  Got medical stuff in it, ya know? Plus, last time, y'all lost it! Nope.  MUST check it - all the way through to final destination.  (We had a short layover/plane change.) All out of room in the overhead storage.  So then as O is trying to open our duffel to remove my medication, this crazy airline agent lady is all swattin his hand away & trying to tag the bags, without even having looked at our itinerary or boarding passes to even know where the fuck we're going!!

We were all like, Oh HELL no! This ain't EVEN happening.  And I just ran.  O grabbed the bags & followed, but I pretty much just ran back down the jetway.  "Let me offa here NOW! I am NOT gettin on this plane!!"  Of course, at the end of the jetway, the door is closed.  And I stop & look at it.  And think.  Oh shit.  What if the door is locked?  Or what if an alarm sounds when I open it?  Fuck it!  I pushed on it & it opened (thankfully).  Dunno if an alarm sounded at all, but all I knew was, we were outta there, WITH our bags.  

SO, maybe someone can explain this to me.  If the airline states everyone is allowed ONE carry on bag that fits overhead, & ONE personal item that fits under the seat in front of you, how the FUCK are they already out of room when there was still 50 some odd people yet to board?  I mean, clearly some people carried on more than the airlines allow per person. They were even insisting we check our duffel bag, which is usually our only carry on.  Never EVER been told we needed to check that.  And isn't it these airline people's responsibility to make sure everyone follows the carry on rules?  No way was I lettin them check the bags, especially the way they were going about it.   OMG they would've been lost for sure. 

Anyway, so we lost a day of our trip.  Better than our bags being lost for most of the trip. Next, Vacation - Part 2: Up On The Roof.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Lost Another....

I'm just so sick of it, this cancer crap.  We recently learned of the passing of a very nice lady that I had gotten sorta close with through work (in the video company).  She & I used to cheer each other on, as we were battling our cancers at the same time.  And now she's done battling.  And we're just so sad about it.  

I didn't realize she was battling Stage 4 stuff.  Until about 8 months ago (?), I thought her prognosis was similar to mine, especially since she got her pic line removed just a week or so before my mediport was removed.  She just carried herself with such pep & happiness.  I mean, I don't think I ever saw her without a huge smile on her face.  So, as her Caring Bridge updates started reading differently, I feared I'd get a notification about an update that I never ever wanted to read.  And it happened.  Saturday.   And I just can't believe it. 

Here is a note she posted on my CarePage in response to an update (rant):  

"Ah, you put a BIG smile on my face today! I'm soooo there with ya sister.... Dealing with insurance SUCKS, that's the bottom line, but I'm grateful we (you and me) have it!
And it's quite okay to be the cancer drama queen, just make sure your tiara stays on straight and doesn't fall off! LOVE YA and Praying for ya, W

Ms. W, thank you for all the kind words & encouragement.  I hope you know how much we admired your strength & positive attitude....We're thinkin of you & your family. 

I cannot find words to get across what I feel about this.  So will just stop here.

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Ooops! I Did It Again.....

Good lord! It's been ages since I did an update it seems.  So, what's been goin on....well, recently I had (another) chance to thank & hug my hospital medical team.  My friend, M,  was having a day surgery procedure, & it's all the same staff as when I was in there in 2009.  She even got the exact same nurse I had.  Was fun to visit with them & not be on the receiving end of their awesome services.  They actually remembered me, too.  No, really, they weren't just sayin they did, I could tell they really did.  And so I made sure to tell them how much I appreciated all their hard work & thank them for the roll they played in my being healthy & here today.  I can tell they don't get that from former patients often. Even got to see Dr V there too.  Which was fun.  He popped in the room while we were waiting for them to bring M back from recovery.  Yep.  I did it again.  Right in front of M's husband, R, too.  Turned into a squealin, twitterin idiot.  I mean, you woulda thought Craig Ferguson had walked into the room. M later told me that R told her I "turned into a high school fangirl".  Or something like that. Yeah.....he probably wasn't expectin me to be all like
"DR VEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" with raised arms & giant hug & stuff.  Right.  Sorry Dr V. *shakes head & rolls eyes in disbelief*

And I've decided that I'd better get the damned genetic testing done.  So, that will be happening in the next few weeks.  Takes about 2 weeks to get results.  Trying to time it out with my next 3 month visit to the oncologist, Dr W.  That way, while I'm there, he can go ahead & tell me my X-ray looks good, my blood is still beautiful, & I do NOT have the BRCA gene.  That's fully what I expect to (better) hear.  Still kinda wonderin why this testing wasn't done in the beginning of all this breast cancer bullshit.  I mean, had we done the testing, & if it said I had the gene, I probably would have made different decisions with the surgeries & stuff.  But, I probably don't have it.  We're just gonna make sure of that with the test.  

And finally.  Hair regrowth after chemo.  I finally let my hair stylist cut a 'do.  And I can't deal with it.  Shoulda waited a bit longer.  But oh well.  It's not like it's the 1st time I've told her to do a cut & not liked it.  Ooops! Yeah.  But I also figure, with as far as I have to go, er - GROW, to be "happy" with my hair, what's one bad haircut?  I mean, really. BUT, I will say this: I LOVE havin hair to have issues with.  Love love love!

Ooops! I did it again.