Monday, April 26, 2010

Day 16-21

So now we wait. Hopefully the lab results will come back to day and everything will be where they want it.

Sure enough the nurse calls later in the afternoon saying that my TSH levels are within range of where Dr. Blevins wants them so he has ordered my radioactive iodine treatment. The orders have been sent over to radiology guys and they will be contacting me to arrange the treatment.

Well, I guess we are doing this! And I need an isolation room. Hmmmmmm....the only other room with a bed is the red room and well, it's been used as a ransacked storage room (as has blue room) for........ 11 years??? Guess I better go check it out and start formulating a plan of attack.

I decide to be brutal. Do I really need it? Rich's items are really the hardest. Were they things he loved or things he'd picked up that someone had left behind in an apartment when he lived in Baytown? A lot of things we had already moved out of the boxes and into every day life so boxes just needed to be consolidated. Oh this is tiring.

A lot goes to trash. Bag after bag after bag goes to the trash bin and box after box gets tossed out the window.

Finally the radiology scheduler calls! She has two appointment options for my treatment, Friday, April 16, or Tuesday, April 20. Since Jeff has a meeting he HAS to attend and a recording session with the band on Friday looks like Tuesday is the better option. So I schedule for Tuesday to receive my radiation pills and setup to have my follow up scans on the following Monday (April 26).

Well, this pushes my return to work back. I feel bad. It's tough on the team when they are a person down. But this will get the treatment done and over with so that it will make life easier down the road. The good thing is at least I'm not having to stop meds, having to wait for my levels to rise then doing the treatment.

Okay, back to the room. I have a bed and a dresser in there that belong to my great-aunt Sallie. It's the same bed I slept in when we lived on Pine Street in Georgetown, my grandparents old house. We lived there after we moved off the dairy before we moved to where Mom and Dad are now. That bedroom set is at least 60-65 years old if not older.

Anyway, a night stand and a chair would be nice. Something more to sit on than just the bed. It would be nice to finish off the window box. Rich built the frame work and never made a lid for it. But I'm not going to push it. Just getting this room cleared out is going to be chore enough.

Whoohooo! Chair found! A beautiful 70's harvest gold floral print wingback chair! It's an awesome chair but clashes hideously with...EVERYTHING! But then, that's what slipcovers are for! LOL!!!!

More bags and boxes gone from the room. Wow...there's a floor in there!

Sweet! Night stand found! OMG it's the same style that my mom had and Jeff's parent's had them too! LOL!!!

Goodwill has def paid off. I paid way more for the chair then I should have but it is in really good condition.

Huh...I have way too many unfinished crafts. And apparently I was big on decorating for Christmas at one time. I have a ton of Christmas stuff I've never used and a ton of stuff I haven't used in...huh? When did Tony spend Christmas with us? '98? '99?

This is tiring. I get tired easily. I'm usually good for a few hours and then I have to rest for a while. I just have to hold out for a little bit longer and then I can start my meds and eat. The room is starting to come together nicely.

1 comment:

  1. Hi Dawn,
    Thanks for posting an update. When you told me you were having the radiation treatment early I wasn't sure if that was good or bad but it definitely sounds better than delaying. It also sounds like the treatment you are getting will be directed to a very small point which appears to be a best case for radiation. Just know that we are remembering you in prayer and looking forward to seeing you back here healhy and happy. Gay, Diane, Shirley, and others are always asking about you. This blog thing is kind of new to us and some are hesitant to tackle it.
    Grace to you,
    Deborah

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