Tuesday, April 23, 2013

First day of Chemo

               First day of Chemo ....  All kinds of emotions today I started out wanting to make sure the car was freshly vacuumed cause my mom hates a dirty car... well she hates a dirty anything really. After throwing 3 bucks in change trying to find a working vacuum  I gave up and  just grabbed a damp towel and wiped it out. I was worried she would think I forgot her this morning and went back to bed.  Arrived to find her still on the phone with a friend and she just waved me in. She didn't seem nervous she kinda gave me a grin and popped her shoulders and headed out the door.  We got there only a few others in the waiting room. We giggled and looked online at the nice post that her sister left , pictures of FAT babies, cause they are the best kind, watched a video. Finally the door opened and we filed on in.  Familiar face of Mathilda came around the corner and hugs and more giggles ensued. Mathilda actually looked at me and I remember when you were just a kid... Puahahaha love her heart  Her youngest child and my oldest child are the same age lol .  She took us back to little pods with 6 recliners each equipped with a bright white pillow and blanket.  Of course I'm afraid of needles so I cant look when they are accessing her port but we can hold hands and I can squeeze my eyes real tight and hold my breath. We got a little teary, pulled it together.  Mathilda didn't have another patient come in til 10 . They got to catch up and hear all the fun stuff everyone has been doing the past ten years. As we come to the end of Chemo and she seems to be feeling fine very upbeat still,  just needs to pee.... I went with her and she was trying to cough and I can hear a little panic, I thought she was getting sick cause that's what you always hear about. I asked are you OK  just take some deep breaths. She has the door locked and I'm thinking I'm going to have to crawl under the door on hospital floor in my bare knees ewww and then she opens the door. She said "I'm not sick, I just don't feel right "  she walks over washes her hands and then it starts... I realize she has just put her hands in cool water, completely forgetting she isn't suppose to get near anything cool . Cant stand in front of the fridge or under a fan for 4-5 days. I stand behind her and try to be soothing telling her she can breathe, it just a reaction to the chemo my arm is around her stomach and I'm telling hers it OK. She remembers the Dr. saying if she felt that to breathe into her hand and try not to panic. So here we are my mom at the sink breathing in her hands and I'm behind her with my arms wrapped around her. She just wanted to get out of there and go home.  Well I'm thinking we are having the reaction the nurse is right here lets see how it plays out so we know what to do at home. I motion for Mathilda mom is trying to steer me toward the exit. I'm thinking sit down for 15 mins see what happens then we can go. I have to say we got to the chair I turned around and there are nurses coming from everywhere. Mathilda is telling mom its OK  and we are just gonna take your pressure. Mathilda called for a Dr. to the infusion room and now I realize I'm in the way... They have opened a bag and they are about to access her port again. As I step out the way I can feel myself starting to crumble so I know that I cant let her see me freak out she needs to be calm so I slip off to the next pod and realize OMG  there are patients here who are about to see me freak out and I didn't want them to get worried (what if one was a new patient like us), so I hurry out the door only to find myself standing in yet a another inner waiting room and more patients ..... at the point my whole insides are screaming WHERE THE HELL ARE THE BATHROOMS!!!  Finally I see the door 5 ft away I bolt inside and  have a quick freak out.. hyperventilate a little, good to know I can still get my head between my knees.  Now I'm thinking well what if she needs to see me and needs to have a look that says everything is OK  so I ripped a paper towel wiping my face I come out the bathroom and patient family member is asking if I'm OK . I know I have to get back so I say I'm sorry It was panic  it was panic as I go running back to moms pod I'm still off to the side but I can see they have an IV running and mom looks scared and trying to explain that she didn't feel like she could expand her diaphragm. Her Dr. is there and explaining it was all fine Its usually just the male patients that try to test the cold. We sat for another 45 mins running a bag of fluids get her good and hydrated. By now we are starving and the giggles are back on about all things she might touch cold  On the way home she wanted to stop at McDonalds for a burger.... and wouldn't you know that other symptom she might have is LOCKJAW,  she didn't get stuck but she could feel it that will pass in a couple of hours and the cold thing will pass in a couple of days.  She is home with the fans off and staying away from the scary Icebox.    

Monday, April 22, 2013

T'was the night before Chemo

     T'was  the  night  before  Chemo.....  Well  I  cant say no one is stirring, seems to be all we
we are doing.  Even Louie seems antsy.  This afternoon we were off to see the oncologist.
My mother has been diagnosed with Colon and Breast Cancer .. Both Primary.  3 weeks
ago she had her colon surgery.  A week ago her trusty mediport was put in and tomorrow
she starts her first IV Chemo. 
    Its weird the things that end up be good news thru all of this .... First it was Cancer and all
the tests to find out where... Then it was Breast Cancer and her lungs and other test are all
coming back clear, so feeling hopeful.... Then its Colon Cancer , and my heart breaks 
thinking it has traveled thru her body, Nope both are primary... She just happens to have
Cancer in two places,  welcome back HOPE! Today we go to her appt  and hear that it came
back It was stage III  .... HOPE  where have ya gone  and then we hear both ends came back
negative and only 2 out of the 14 nodes had been infected at the tumor sight ... There's Hope
again.  Since my mom was an oncology nurse 10 years ago, and use to
run Chemo we were sure that we would be there quite a bit... Thankfully so much has
changed since then! Come to find out she will only be going once every 3rd week. Hope is alive and well in Louisiana so if you happen to notice your watch  phone and its between 8am-noon we are also accepting all good vibrations and tender thoughts!!!

Monday, June 4, 2012

New Kid

It started when I was four... My mother was freshly divorced and was off to see the world with me in tow. She got a job with Petty Ray Geophysical, as a secretary. Back in the day, they use to "stomp" Jugs in the ground looking for oil. So my childhood was spent on the road seeing knew things meeting all kinds of people. All in all it was a pretty sweet deal.. sure occasionally I wouldn't make it to the caravan before it pulled off and would have to wait for her to double back and get me, But she always came back.

New places, different smells from the new neighborhood. I learned quickly that I can be whoever I want... We were only going to be around for a short time then we would be off to the next town. I guess you could say I was a professional "New Kid" I must have repeated " Hi my names is April, wanna play?" more times than I can remember. Being the "New Kid" you were either in or out. They either wanted to know all about you, or distance themselves all together.

This is my first shot at blogging, on my mothers encouragement. Today I feel like the "New Kid" again. So here we go.... "Hi my name is April, wanna play?"

Friday, July 1, 2011

The Trap

So I believe I that my neighbors have moved out and let their deviant cousins take over the lease.... I have been woke up all night by their comings and goings. I have tracked the landowner thru the Assessors office and took that information to google their number. Called left a first message which should have been thought out better before the actual dialing. I fumbled thru the message and hoped I would get a return call. Waited... no call. So the next day I composed myself and called again left yet another message of who I was... the property in question and my return number. Finally I get a call and as soon as I answer the phone I hear the woman asking who is this. She sounded bothered and aggressive. I knew from called ID who it was so I quickly gave her my name and told her I was looking for the owner of the property next door. She asked me again who I was. So I asked who I was speaking with, another response of who I am.. I then explained that I tracked her thru the assessors office and I was just inquiring on the property next door. She said she didn't own that property and I told her where the property was and she says she own property in the area but not that one .... I didn't mention that her husband is paying the taxes on it, I figured at this point that some women have no idea what their hubby is out buying.

What to do... Late at night they walk around the back fence and are in and out the back door all night. I can see young kids running thru the yard late at night. Its just unnerving, One of the little delinquents had broke into my home months ago. So when the neighbor left I was thankful thinking their family would not be visiting anymore. I'm not even sure there is anyone in there old enough to sign a lease. They don't show up one at a time its more like 5 or 6 all the time... They peek thru the blinds everytime there is a move outside. Its just a little to fishy.

So this morning while walking my 85 lb boxer, and looking at my yard that needed to be mowed... It came to me! How to slow them down a little, and well I'm a bit passive aggressive.. later today when we get out the poop scoop to clean the yard before I mow... I think I'm going to leave a strategic little poop mine field in the path they run at night... so I'm off to rig up a night vision camera and hope for a slip and fall...

"Bella Vita"

This morning my Cheesecake woke and smiled with her angelic lil face. After making her breakfast and setting up her tray. I carried it into my princess while she lay in bed. I went thru the special delivery ritual, while she situates herself. She looks thru her full lashes and asked "So, what are we doing fun today?" With a full list of stuff I needed to get done, I tried to come up with something that we can both be doing to get thru our day with no crying, usually me.
Tea Party is always a big hit. So the wheels were set in motion. First thing the house needed cleaning, my list of stuff to do, you cant have a respectable tea party if your parlor is full of clean laundry to put away. So as I prepared the house Cheesecake sat at the kitchen table making a crown to wear for the tea party. Her art stuff spread all over the table. I spend a good portion of my time helping her make cutouts to paste on her crown. Still trying to clean, she is ready for her next project...

Normally we have little finger sandwiches with no crust but of course we are out of bread.. So hurry think I say to myself Cookies we could make cookies. Nope no eggs.. I'm starting to feel flustered then I remember I have a great homemade donut recipe. So we start putting it together. I now have another load of dishes to do chocolate glaze to clean off the floor from the occasional drip. A floor I had already mopped.. Chocolate Glazed Donuts are on her tea tray stacked so neatly. Of course the princess is covered in chocolate. So off to the bath to clean her up and wash her hair. Her very long hair attached to her very tender head which can make grooming her a task on its own.

Sitting across from her, we sip Jasmine Tea and nibble on our donuts. Though today was spent cleaning mess after mess... Her little face all smiles, making memories. I couldn't help but think about poor Caylee Anthony, born only a couple months before my Cheesecake. How could you be so callous Casey...How could you just discard such a "Bella Vita"!

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Chicken Ranch

This morning I woke up to "The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas" playing on TV. Since I'm not one to just jump right out of bed in the morning, I laid and watched with the kids.
I had explained to the children that I had seen this in Junior High. Almost 30 years ago... Amazing how it doesn't feel that long ago. Everyone had big 80s hair and the wrong shade of lipstick. I also started to notice something else that I hadn't noticed change so much over the years. All the women still looked different than one another. The didn't all have the same nose from the same doctor, their teeth weren't over whitened, Dolly had a lil furlough between her eyebrows from the lack of botox. They looked like "real" women. I'm not against plastic surgery. Ive been filling my coffee can saving for my refresher...LOL However there is something to be said for what you may think are your flaws. For example when I look in the mirror I see the end of my nose that I always thought looked like a marble, No one else notices it, so I have moved on and that is not on the fix list. I have my dads nose and its a fine nose. Ive decided to wait til my nipples point to the floor before I get anything done. 


  1. Sheeeze.....I think I'm there!!!!