It has been one crazy week. I pretty much cried myself to sleep Monday night. From the outside looking in you may not have been able to tell the difference between me and one of my three year olds. Let's just say I had a hard time letting go of June 13th as my end date (and by a hard time I mean I was in a funk until Tuesday night when I finally came to my senses and snapped out of it.) It raised several *issues* including missing my mom like crazy, being reminded that my life is totally out of my control and once again poked holes in my whole trusting God stuff. All in all, things that probably are good things to get exposed, but not pretty as they ooze out.
Once I finally put my big girl panties on, I scheduled some fun things into my week and moved on. Tomorrow night I'm doing dinner and a movie with some girl friends (after I attend Olivia's field day at school) and Saturday Steve and I are going to go on a special date.
During lunch today I glanced over at Turner and realized his eye was bloodshot and a little crusty. If you have kids, you KNOW a crusty eye is never a good thing. Especially when you've been instructed to *stay away from germs and sick people.* Yikers. So I called up the pediatrician's office and scheduled an appointment at a time that Steve could take him (since I could play the "I need to stay away from germs and sick people" card - and I can't think of a worse place to go than the pediatrician's office if you're holding that card.)
I figured I was being an over-reacting cancer patient with a needy immune system by sending my kid to the doctors with a blood shot eye. But then I got THE call. Yep, pink eye! With a side of strep throat for good measure. Oh dear Lord, do you really want to test my trust muscle or what?!? I immediately called my doctor's office and they put me on three days of antibiotics *just in case.* I guess that's good. At least it gives me peace of mind.
Sheesh. Once I get through chemo, they are going to need to book me a room at the funny farm. All this obsessing is turning me into a true nut job. Tomorrow morning I go early for a blood test that will hopefully show my immune system back on track. Please pray that chemo will go on as scheduled for Monday. Not to mention, I got a big weekend ahead of me- I can't be bothered being sick!