Pressing On

This is the view I much prefer, with the lovely oak tree out the window.  I got my favourite chair in the chemo room last week for my Herceptin treatment.  It really is a pleasant looking room, don't you think? It's particularly nice in the late afternoon when the sun is shining.  Still I wouldn't be too disappointed if I never saw it again.  I hope nobody reading this has to see it either.  It's actually getting harder to go back there. Before it seemed like I was always there all the time but now, with substantial breaks in between, I find I'm letting my guard down and going back is an increasingly jarring experience. Thankfully my devoted husband has been driving me in the last few trips. I feel like such a wimp!  I mean I CAN go in by myself, but I'd sure rather not...

School days, school days,  Good ol' golden rule days, Reading and writing and 'rithmetic, All to the tune of a hickory stick! Anyone else's mother used to sing them that little song?  Of course my mother was raised by nuns in a convent, so she may have been more familiar with the "stick" than most. I can guarantee that none of my mom's first days of school looked remotely like the one we had here this September.  We always try to make it special and fun; I mean it's a little bit of an anticlimax to 'go back to school' in your own living room. So what's a homeschooler to do? Well... It starts off like this: In the bags a homeschooler this year will find some very junky breakfast food (a huge treat here), some monster erasers, colour co-ordinated notebooks, either a cool t-shirt or Pokemon cards (dependent on his/her interest), gum, soda and various other odds and ends specific to the receiver. Also stacked high on the tab...

Not a great view, but a view none-the-less. I was in the "overflow" at the Chemo Clinic today which means no windows, but I sat next to a lovely lady on nearly the same treatment plan as I, but farther down the road by a few months, so we had lots to chat about.  It was also only about 50 minutes or so, so not so bad. Despite the fact that it's a short appointment and there are no real side effects to the medication, I always feel wiped out after.  I'm sure part of it is the hour drive to get there and the rest is the experience of being at the Clinic at all. Somehow it's always a little stressful even when they aren't doing stressful things to me... But I have 3 weeks off now!!  Yey!