I did not realize...

Somehow I guess I did not realize I had not posted since grandpa actually passed away...  Holy cow!  Well, I am here today with an update about me and everything...

I saw Dr. Breyer yesterday, she is my oncologist.  I was actually hoping she would tell me that today was my last Herceptin treatment, no such luck.  But, it is close to the end.  They have been giving me my treatments in does of three, so today when I go I will receive doses 46, 47, and 48...  When I go again in three weeks, I will receive doses 49, 50, and 51.  Then a week after that I will go for dose 52...  That makes my year.  I was curious, why so long, so I did some back tracking with my calendar to figure out why it came out this way...  Somewhere someone goofed, and must not have been giving me three doses at a time...  I just do not know who or where...

At any rate, I go to have a mammogram on my right side on Thursday, this is just precautionary to make sure all is well.  This one is the kicker, though...  My blood pressure has been steadily increasing and there is some worry about that, so I have to go have my blood pressure checked at my regular physician's office.  I am doing that on Thursday as well, after the mammogram.  Yay for me, NOT.  I must say I am somewhat concerned about this.  I don't want to give up my cheeseburgers, you see, and I am afraid that is what I may get told.  Rude...  I shall keep you posted.

Until next time...

Grandpa Bob, I love you!

Mom called today to let me know Grandpa Bob had finally passed away this morning.  It has been a long time coming and he was suffering and it has been hard on Grandma and Mom too.  I have been praying that Heavenly Father would take him home, but last night, well, maybe I was more fervent, I dunno...  I just didn't want him to suffer anymore in this life, in his frail body that just hasn't been able to do what it needed. 

On the flip side, this is my Grandpa, my buddy.  'Bampa' was my first word.  When I was little Grandpa was probably my biggest hero, EVER!  In fact, if it hadn't been for the fact that my brother was named for him instead, I may never have forgiven my parents for not naming him Burt Reynolds or the Snowman i.e. Smokey and the Bandit movies.

This is the Grandpa that took me to Burger King every weekend, just he and I.  This is the Grandpa that helped me sell Girl Scout Cookies to everyone he knew, which were a lot of people.  This is the grandpa who built me a sandbox, built things for Girl Scouts, PTA carnivals, stuff for our toys, our room, our house.  This is the Grandpa who danced with me while Lawerence Welk was on, with me standing on his feet.  The Grandpa who taught me how to play cards, and how to cheat at playing cards.  Grandpa taught me Cribbage.  Grandpa would let me sit and read National Geographic with him and when I wouldn't touch a page cause it had an icky spider or snake on it or something else that scared me, he would turn the page for me.  This is the Grandpa that helped me learn to ride a bike, roller skate, make stuff.  He would push me in the swing and recite the poem of the same name...

The Swing

How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!

Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
River and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside--

Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown--
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!
 

by--Robert Louis Stevenson  

This is the grandpa who would sing to me...

Playmate (come out and play with me)

 

Say, say, oh playmate,
Come out and play with me
And bring your dollies three
Climb up my apple tree

Shout down my rain barrel
Slide down my cellar door
And we'll be jolly friends
Forever more more more more more

Say, say, oh playmate
I cannot play with you
My dolly's got the flu
Boo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo

Ain't got no rain barrel
Ain't got no cellar door
But we'll be jolly friends
Forever more more more more more

Words and music by Saxie Dowell

Now mind you, I may not remember the words exactly, and I had to copy them from online, but just seeing the words brings back so many memories.

This is also the grandpa who helped instill a love for Gene Autry and Marty Robbins, I remember one car ride from Casper to LaGrange where we listened to the Marty Robbins 8-track over and over, we sang along the whole way.  Grandpa tried to teach me to whistle, he taught me all kinds of things.  I was his buddy I remember waiting for him to come home from work so I could spend time with him.  I would call him on the phone, even though we lived right next door.  This is the Grandpa who told me stories of how he worked with Paul Bunyan and his Big Blue Ox, Babe.  I loved Grandpa's stories.  There are so many things I love about my Grandpa.  This is the Grandpa who took me to the fair, and let me take all the time I wanted to look at the animals and the displays.  I remember he even rode rides with me, because I just wasn't big enough to go alone.  What an awesome Grandpa.

Yes, Grandpa is my hero, he is just about as close to perfect as can get, at least anyone I have met--for me, he probably comes in real close to my Savior and my Heavenly Father.

Grandpa, I love you, I miss you, I have for a while because I did not make as much time as I should have to see you.  Please see if they will let you watch over me from heaven, in between all the other stuff they have you do.

Love, B

Contest for Band of Sisters

I am trying to win a copy of a book by a friend and sister in my ward.  I get entries for this post, so I am sharing so if you are interested you can see and enter too.  Annette Lyon is an excellent author and I have read a few of her books.  This new one intrigues me, as I have one brother in the Army who has done two tours in Iraq and one adopted-into-the-family brother in the air force who has been to the sandbox numerous times himself.

http://camicheckettsbooks.blogspot.com/2010/03/book-review-and-giveaway-band-of.html

Is the link for the contest.

Check it out!

A Little Brag on My Bro

For the Blue and Gold Banquet in Pinedale, WY this year, they had a bake sale auction.  Each boy in the pack was encouraged to bring something they had helped make.  RJ really wanted Grandma and me to come up and help him make a really cool cake, but we just couldn't get there, and in fact went to see Great-Grandpa instead.  So the Laing household came up with another plan...

Bring in SUPER SCOUT!!!

Teresa baked the cake for them.  They borrowed a pan from Grandma Chris.  And Bob decorated it with RJ's help.  RJ really wanted a super hero, and the pan is a Wilton Superman pan.  They borrowed the decorating supplies, which has led me to determine that I need to gather up some of my excess supplies and make a basic kit for them.  Which I will be doing, however, I'll have to mail it, or bring it up sometime, because even if I did send it back to Grandma's with mom, they may not have room in the car to take it home...

So I just had to brag about how COOL my brother and nephew are and let you see how marvelous the cake they made is...  They did an awesome job, and in case you were wondering, at the auction the cake went for

$85

WOO HOO!!!

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

Bald Head

I thought I would post a picture of my mostly bald (yes there are still a few hairs here and there) and rather sore head.

Thanks to everyone who has send hats and scarves and such, they help, so long as they do not scratch and if they scratch, then I itch, and if I itch, it hurts, so I try not to itch...

What is "normal?"

So I am sitting here thinking, I should post an entry about getting back to 'normal.' Then I realize, "what is 'normal,' really?"

So my 'normal' has changed...

My 'normal' is now, can I eat without feeling nauseated, or for that matter, without it completely running the course of my digestive system in as much time as it takes to do a few laps at Daytona.

My 'normal' is now, did I get to sleep easily, with little to no mind wandering, tossing and turning, or massive aches and pains and then did I sleep in some to make up for the lack of rest?

My 'normal' is now feeling the cold wind on my hat or scarf covered head and thinking, "does my brother wear a hat when he is out on patrol? I do not want his head to get cold like this when writing someone a ticket or working an accident scene."

My 'normal' is watching the same TV shows everyday and catching up on episodes of ones I haven't seen or feeling the comfort and familiarity of ones I have seen again and again.

My 'normal' is feeling kind of 'out-of-place' at work because I am there so infrequently, but then having customers who are friends give me hugs and tell me they think of me often and keep my in their prayers.

My 'normal' is taking twice as long to do something and getting worn out five times as fast.

My 'normal' is thinking, this round wasn't as bad as the last and I hope the next time might be easier.

My 'normal' is assuming I am going to be poor for the rest of my life because of medical bills, both mine and my husband's.

My 'normal' is feeling everyday what a blessing this really is and how I feel very lucky they found the cancer so it didn't have time to get worse and make me sicker.

My 'normal' is really 'abnormal' which truly is for me, normal.