Today is Monday.
On Friday, Hope had an outdoor education trip. It was pretty miserable out there (rain, sleet and snow) and I wasn’t sure I wanted her to go on that trip, but she insisted. They were going to Downsview Park for the day. We had bought her snow pants the night before and she really wanted to go, but she didn’t look so hot and I thought she was coming down with something. But I regretfully let her go.
When she came home that night, she looked pretty miserable. She went to bed early, and that night she woke up at about 3:00 in the morning. “I’m not feeling well”, she called from her bed. “Figures”, I thought. Got her some Tylenol, etc. Went back to bed. The next morning, she was still not feeling so great. Bobo didn’t want to take her to the doctor…”She only has a cold.” “That’s right,” I said, “And it’s going to get worse, and her asthma is going to start acting up, and she is going to need some antibiotics”. But what do I know? “She’s fine”, he said.
It’s not like I can drive anywhere anyway, so we left it for another day. But boy, did she ever look and sound like shit by Sunday. She couldn’t even talk. “So now are you going to take her to the doctors, like I told you yesterday?” I asked my husband. “It’s Sunday. Who is open on Sunday?” he answers. “Well, ya should have thought of that yesterday when it was Saturday and I told you to take her to the doctors”. Now you have to take her to Hospital’s walk in clinic. So off they all went for a couple of hours while I got some more much needed sleep. Hope didn’t really want to go. She is convinced that every time she goes to the doctor, he/she is going to give her a needle.
The radiation has taken a lot out of me. I need about 14 hours of sleep to feel 1/2 human. Sunday, I was pretty miserable, and slept pretty much the entire day sleeping away. I did manage to get to church in the evening though.
Tuesday. Hope is still sick. Frack was taken to school by grandma. He tried to tell me he was sick too. Then, he pipes in… “It’s not fair that Hope gets to stay home while I go to school.” “Too bad for you . . . Go to school”, said Grandma. He went reluctantly. No messing around with Grandma in the picture.
Children are very demanding when they are ill, let me tell you. They whine like crazy. I want water. My throat hurts. My head hurts. Do I need my medication now? Am I ever going to get better?
Then she wanted an egg, sunny side up, when Grandma and Frack were gone. I feel like a slave. Not enough sleep, then this. Custom ordered breakfast.
I gave her her medication, some tylenol, and told her to go back to bed. We both slept until 12:00, and then had some lunch. I had to call my dad to come over to watch her while I went to the dentist across the street. The secretary asked me, “So Maria, how are you?” “Not so good”, I replied. “Oh, why not?”, she smiled. “The cancer is back. I had to have surgery to put 2 metal rods in my back, and last week I had 2 radiation treatments”, I responded. “Oh”, she said.
“Don’t think she be asking me that question again,” I thought smugly.
I actually wanted to get my teeth cleaned before they put me on a new drug called “Xgeva”. It’s suppose to help my bones, but if you need any dental work, it can lead to some potential problems. I think I have to take antibiotics or something like that.
When I got home, Hope was complaining that Frack wasn’t home yet. That was new. Usually they are fighting or killing each other about something or another. She started to cry. “I see the school bus and here comes Frack”, I told her. “Thank heavens you’re here”, I told Frack as he walked through the door. “Your sister has been missing you all day and she is even crying for you”. “Where is she?,” he asked. “Right over there” I pointed. He took off his coat and ran into the living room. “Sweetie pie”, he calls to her. “Baby,” she wailed, crying, with her arms outstretched. They had a long 5 minute hug, all smiles. Damn I wish I had that on video tape. They were acting like long lost relatives. Priceless.
Later…. “Watch my back”, I yelled at Frack as he was jumping around me on my bed. “Don’t you know I’ve got two metal rods in my back.”
“Get a magnet!” yells Bobo as the kids burst out laughing.
P.S. The radiologist’s secretary phones me every couple of days to make sure I am filling out my questionnaires for the clinical trial.
“Hey”, I asked her. “Do you also happen work for that guy, Dr. Alomer.” Not really, I am Dr. Radiation Guy’s secretary. Dr. Alomer is from another country and he is learning radiation techniques from our doctors.
Do ya happen to know if he is sikh?” I asked her.
“Ya, I think he is, why?” she questioned me.
“I want to set her up with my friend/colleague, but she will only date sikhs”.
“Yeah, I think he is, but I’ll ask around and find out for sure. Bring her in to your next appointment.”
Next appointment’s in 2 months.
Hmmmm….. now I just got to convince Reema!