THE VIEW FROM THE OTHER SIDE....

I now officially have as many treatments ahead of me as I have behind me.

This is a major landmark.

HALF WAY.

and it's good, because my seeming-endless supply of positivity seems to be flagging a little.
I'm tired.

This whole business is not fun.

Two weeks ago, when I ended up in the hospital with a relatively scary road bump
(ie. pulmonary embolism x3, seriously, 3 pretty largish blood clots in my lungs), I started thinking,
"Hmm... maybe this whole thing isn't going to go as smoothly as I thought!"

And for the last few weeks, I spent days giving my self injections of blood thinners into my stomach,
thank goodness that's done, I've gone to the anti-coagulation clinic at least twice a week to check the levels
of how thin my blood is (more needle pokes.... often having to have two or three because the calluses on my finger tips are so beastly from rock climbing... TAKE THAT!) and had to take pills every night to keep my blood thin so no more clots.... this means lots of bruises, it means small cuts bleed for a long long time (shaving is a treat, thank goodness I only do it once a week...) it means I have to be super careful about
bumping my head (uh... rock climbing??) it means that I have ONE MORE THING TO WORRY ABOUT.

Well, I've just about had it with worrying about stuff....

I'm feeling like a fraction of my former self... I'm not dealing with stress very well, little tiny things feel like major major things... and hanging with 30 8 year olds every day (sorta, seems like I'm in the classroom less
and less) there are a bazillion little things that crop up every minute.  By 2 o'clock, I...am...spent.
Then dash dash to the anti-coag for more needle pokes, or quick scribble out some sub plans (thank all that is meaningful that Monica [my awesome sub...er, co-teacher] is totally amazing, totally on top of things, totally helpful and supportive.... just one more of the long list of people keeping it all from crumbling away.

And so, I missed posting after the last treatment.... I owe you a number 5 as well as this number 6.

For some reason, number 5 was pretty easy.... comparatively pretty breezy....  maybe it's because I spent two days laying in a hospital bed, only taught 1 day in two weeks, plenty of down time? maybe.
Well, at least it felt easy.... but then the week or so afterward was a slow, creepy, tired out time.... the
treatment didn't hit me so hard DURING, but after? yipes, I didn't really recover... then the next treatment
comes along, I'm super tired, not sleeping well, not feeling well, and number 6 was pretty rough. Saturday night and I'm still feeling beat up.

Right after number 5, I got the crazy idea that it was time to make a pie. Apple Pear Ginger... yum. my first butter crust.

Fiona wanted to make her own pie.  This is a blueberry pear baked in a mason jar. awesome!

During the offweek we went to the coast to celebrate Maya's birthday..... not a bad view.

BUT IT'S NUMBER 6. halfway. phew.

WILL MY POOR BELLY EVER BE THE SAME??

twice daily injections of blood thinner are starting to leave their mark... yipes.

POT HOLES IN MY LAWN... or... I AM THE ZEBRA

things never go as planned,
there is no script here.

I'm in the hospital again.

this time it's those darn blood clots in my lungs... pulmonary embolism x3.

what started with a mild discomfort in my chest yesterday afternoon, became startling, breath-stealing pain last night.
but it was mostly gone when I woke up, but it was back soon enough. if I took a deep breath: sharp pain. if I breath shallow enough not to hurt: I'm panting.

well, my wife saved me again.

around 10:15 this morning, I was standing at the office copymachine, running off some packets, trying to control my breathing, our wonderful office staff says "your wife is on my phone."

and my wife says, "you're going to the ER, I'm on my way to get you."

um, okay. relief? panic? both?

scramble into action, get me a sub, scribble some sub plans, sit down, watch the door.

oh man, this is the second time I've abandoned my class to go to the hospital. the last time, I never came back...they're going to trade me in for someone else... and if they don't, their parents will.

a tip: if you are a young person showing up in an emergency room, the magic words are: cancer, chemo, chest pains. you don't get to sit in the lobby and wait, you get to sit right down in a wheelchair, zoom, off to a room.  then tell your story over and over (I heard "appendix cancer? wow, I've never heard of that" from no less than 6 people since noon today...) a botched port-access, start a regular IV, off to get a cat scan, wait wait wait wait wait... the doctor plays banjo in a band and has a splint on his finger so he shakes hands with his left in an awkward but somehow more personal way , and the nurse maybe is a little hard of hearing, then you hear blood clot. actually three of them and you get to spend the night, or probably two. 

BUT I'VE GOT THE GLOBAL CARDBOARD CHALLENGE ON FRIDAY!!! 
http://cainesarcade.com/cardboardchallenge/

does this new thing (pulmonary embolism) mean that the old thing (cancer) is showing its ugly face around here again? maybe. could it just be the chemo-poison-induced-sedentary four days I just spent? maybe. could it be something else? maybe maybe.  could it just be totally frustratingly random?? maybe maybe maybe baby.

and now I'll be on blood thinners for 6 months, and constant blood monitoring, and a that's not to clear out the clots, we let the body do that on its own, but to make sure it doesn't happen again.

I heard a guy once tell, or maybe it was his Grampa:

Enough is enough and too much is plenty.

Indeed.