A Tough Week

It's been a tough week. Very emotional, very difficult. Michael and I are working hard to figure out how to deal with this both separately and together. We started the '7 Steps to Healing' workshop last night. I am looking forward to learning from this.

I started trying to figure out what I need to do to go from short-term disability to long-term disability and what income that will provide. It's difficult to find someone who can provide all the information. I will not get a 90-day period of time where I won't miss work to continue another round of short-term, so at some point my Ball Aerospace days will be over. I'd at least like to get past my 30th anniversary date in late August.

Today was R4D8. Talked with the Dr. for awhile. Chemo went fine. Love the port. Just as we got home, the Dr. office called and said that the culture from my port that they had taken Monday, after I had gone in because of the fevers, had grown some bacteria. So, rather than have to go back today, I will go in tomorrow morning for another blood draw from the port. Then I will start taking an antibiotic. Then we shall see.

One of my sisters is coming over on Saturday to help me with weeding the flower garden. Bless her heart. Sunday, all of my sisters, along with an honorary friend/sister are going to the Rockies game to celebrate our birthdays. One last November, 2 in May, and mine tomorrow. We paid more money so that we could have decent seats. I don't think I could survive broiling in the sun all afternoon. Cross fingers and toes that I'm feeling well.

It's been a tough week, but I think Michael and I have learned a few things, worked out a few things, and we can move forward again. The Dr. did validate Michael's thoughts that I am allowed to have a meltdown once in awhile and that it is a healthy thing to do. I'll try not to do it too frequently. It takes a lot out of a girl.

Here's to moving on.