Boo’s teacher has the class write sentences everyday….they try to come up with their own and do the best they can with spelling. I look forward to seeing what she’s written:
A few favorites:
Hehe.
Just don’t tell anyone how old I am Boo.
Unremarkable
I picked up the results of my scans today…..unremarkable…..which is awesome. No changes to remark upon.
EXCEPT the report said there were postsurgical changes from a partial pneumonectomy. I looked it up: lung removal.
What the….how did I lose a lung during a CT scan?!
I called and let them know that I proofread the report for them…..so they could make the report final-final…instead of just final. Pneumonectomy was changed to hysterectomy.
Oh and my right ovary is asymmetrically bulky. That sounds awful. Can they see that on airport x-ray scans? If so, I’m going to be really self conscious.
I hope that will be my LAST CT scan for a long time. I’ve got important stuff to do….
…..like memorizing the first 30 decimal places of pi with Boo. We sing the song. She’s determined to go on…..I gave up after 30.
Then I spent 3 hours on the phone trying to figure out insurance claims today too. It’s never ending. I’ve got some advice for anyone going through chemotherapy and other ongoing complicated treatments: keep a spreadsheet with your bills and note EVERY single appointment, bill, charge etc and match it to your explanation of benefits. If you can’t do it yourself….find someone to help you. I’ve caught so many errors and billing issues I’ve lost count. (I zeroed out my spreadsheet and put in some fake examples. I uploaded it here if you want it…..just add rows where it says to add rows and you won’t mess up any formulas. It’s formatted to print too. Good night and good luck!)
I Caught You a Delicious Bass
My last two collections were hard…..harder than I ever let on…..because it’s not easy to work when you don’t feel well…..let alone feel inspired. I remember last spring being in a fabric warehouse, unable to make it up a flight of stairs…..my legs buckling…..I had to sit down right where I was. I was frustrated that my body was failing me. I was embarrassed that I had to ask people for help. I wondered if the chemo drugs were killing off my creativity right along with everything else.
Today I spent all day in L.A. I walked up that same stairwell….in that same warehouse. I visited my favorite peeps to see what new things they had. I crawled on concrete floors to find the best stuff. I fought over prices. I ate my favorite vegetable chow mein at Paul’s Kitchen. I carried around my little inspiration book full of things I love and wandered for hours:
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