The Chosen One

The trip to UAMS for chemo was surprising today. One, we actually got to see the nurse on time, and wonder of wonders, we were called back to begin the chemo after only 20 minutes or less of waiting. That really helped Mom's attitude and patience level. Two, the nurse shared with her the Doctor's desire to include her in a new chemo study. As we understand it, the study will be testing whether further treatment for patients who are in remission, will lengthen the time between the end of treatments and recurrence. She would receive one of two chemo treatments once a month for 12 months after a clear CT scan. There will be only 5 patients included in this area, and only 1100 total. As much as Mom has been looking forward to the end of treatment, this has changed her perspective and she is excited about it. Not only could it possibly lengthen her life, (if it's successful) but she is "chosen" from among so many other patients. She talked about it off and on all day.

Since we were finished with treatment so much earlier than usual, of course it goes without saying (eventhough I'm saying it) that we had to visit at least one store to shop. I need to find Mom a shirt that says "I live to shop!" Sheesh. Thank goodness she wanted to go to Garden Ridge. That is one store I like to browse in and one store that is on my comfort path. Those of you who know me well, understand that I only drive on my known paths, or I get very uptight and nervous. Eventhough she wanted to look for some curtains, she made a B-Line to the Christmas decorations. She is a Christmas FANATIC. She found several items she couldn't live without and we brought home a lovely gingerbread couple the size of small children.

All in all, it was a pleasant day, except for the one little thing I haven't shared yet. The result of my clumsy accident yesterday at work. It was like a scene from a sit-com. Our floors are slick in the clinic, the chair I use is very lightweight and has rollers. I doubt I have to explain any further, as I'm sure you can imagine in your mind's eye the scene as I leaned sideways to grab a chart and .......well, I wound up on the floor, the chair on its side with a part of my anatomy that shall remain nameless resting on the pointed bottom brace of the leg. Go ahead and laugh, it really is funny, unless of course you actually see the resulting injury site. The pain...oh the pain......it has been very hard to find a comfortable way to sit today, and walking has been no pic-nic either. My chair no longer has rollers..........