The Calm Before The Storm

Hope everyone had a GREAT Thanksgiving. Steve laid low at home, recovering from a cold. I went to visit Country Martha and Garden Club for the feast of the year. SO much fun. Friends from around the country gather at different locations every year to celebrate Thanksgiving. To those, including Steve, who couldn't make it this year, know you were missed. And if your ears were ringing, know we WERE talking about you. I thought I'd better take advantage of still being able to want food, eat food, and drink wine, all at the same time. And I did.
Steve has recovered, and just so you know, enjoyed a huge goody bag of turkey, stuffing, cranberry, etc., when I got home.

This week is reflective for me. I feel good and continue to do "normal" things. I've spent time reading books given to me by the doctors and nurses on my team. I'm making lists of things I'll need to buy. I've picked up prescriptions and started a "pill chart" so I can keep track of the many drugs I'll soon be taking. I've put together a binder of all the written information I'll have to reference in the weeks to come. I've gone out to dinner and to the gym, and taken long walks down the Cape. I've enjoyed phone calls, emails, blog comments and cards.

I learned from Garden Club Ann that "Igor" is the name of a villain in Romanian folk lore. Very evil and mean. My grandmother on my mother's side was from Romania, a fact I learned only a few years ago. This bit of information has lead friends to speculate about my long lost relatives living in caves, dancing to gypsy music. Which would explain my passion for the Gypsy Kings and their music. Of course, now it all makes sense. Igor IS evil, nasty and mean. Close my eyes and this IS who I would conjure up as the the WORST possible being. He's SO going down.

Thursday, to be precise, will not be a good day for him. It will start with another core biopsy. The radiologist will take 5 bites out of him. I'll let her decide which pieces to pick. And it won't stop there. The first real-deal chemo session hits in the afternoon. He has no idea what he's in for.

I feel your support, prayers, love and well wishes as I get ready for Thursday. Steve will accompany me to treatment, which is scheduled to last an hour. I'm not exactly sure what to expect, as people are affected differently by the treatment. I do know the cocktail mix is strong, and I'm in good hands. My thoughts are with you, thank you for being there for me.