The Home Stretch

I will be having me last round of chemo on Friday, February 26, 2010.  We moved it up because of Grandpa Bob.  I am teaching my class on Saturday, and then mom and I will leave on Sunday.  Last week Grandpa had a doctor's appointment and when he went, he basically had no blood, so they admitted him to the hospital.

What I want to know is why our loverly wonderful government has allowed stupid people to dictate to them what is and is not supposed to happen when someone goes to the hospital.  I mean they were trying to send g'pa home.  The problem was, g'ma doesn't drive, and the cousin who is helping out has to have some advance notice...  Not to mention the BLIZZARD that was going on in Eastern Wyoming and Western Nebraska, causing roads to be less than safe to drive on.  So then, when the doctor signs orderd to move him to another floor for recovery and orders for hospice care, they want my g'ma to still drive over to sign papers...  H-E-L-L-O!?!  Um, if she cannot drive over to pick him up what makes you think she can trek on over to sigh papers.  And NO, she does not have a fax machine, these people are in their 80s, they don't even have a computer, and only have satellite television because other family thrust them into the technical age.  Eventually, the weather did clear up some and the plows managed to get some more sand out on the roads, to make them more drivable and cousin Donny, took g'ma over, so g'pa could see her and she could sign the papers for g'pa to be moved to the other floor.  All because some wise-butt politician somewhere, was convinced by some insurance person that certain treatments only need 'x' amount of time...

Sorry for the rant, but it just makes me crazy.  Same thing basically happens if your insurance company doesn't think you needs a treatment...  Okay, really, trying to step off the soap box.

I will have treatment on Friday, get my shot sometime on Saturday, teach my class on Saturday and prep to head out Sunday.  Sitting in the car will be as easy as sitting in bed (at least that is what I keep telling myself).  Hopefully, Foster can handle it, he has only gone to Bob and T's which is four hours away, g'ma and g'pa's is eight hours, and that is provided the roads are good.

I do have good news, my monthly cycle has tapered and is basically done, I wish I could do cartwheels for this, that is how happy I am about it.  But Dr. Breyer was a little upset with the OB/GYN's office for telling me I needed to take iron.  She said my iron is fine.  I think she get's a little testy when she feels like someone steps into her territory, I think.  But, then again it was her office that insisted I call the OB/GYN's office anyway.  Go figure.

I still am so appreciative of all the prayers and thoughts and well wishes on my behalf.  My dear Daryl got his port yesterday and started his chemo, AGAIN, today, after a long wait on the pharmacy...  So pray for him too.

With love, B