Remembering George and "Bearing" the Pain

I hope everyone is doing well.  It is 11:00 p.m. on Tuesday evening.  I did not swim today because I had to take Landri to registration for a college class she will be taking during her senior year.  I also had to do some things for Presley that needed to be done.  By the end of the day I was tired, but I did make it to Landri's basketball game across town.  Now, Presley is having a friend over to spend the night, and Landri has two friends over.  Actually, the three of them left to go see a late night movie.  I enjoy having the kid's friends over.  I am always glad to know that my kids are having fun with friends.  When I was young, my sister's and I were rarely allowed to have friends over...not even for any length of time.  They weren't even allowed to come inside our house.  We played outside with neighborhood friends but that was it.  My fondest memories growing up were slumber parties at Sara Moon's house, one of my dearest childhood friends.  We slept in the big game room with all the animals her dad had hunted and shot including the ten foot Alaskan grizzly named George.  I wonder where George is today.  He stood tall with his paws up and his mouth open...all teeth showing.  He was pretty scary at times, but we all seemed to warm up to him in no time. After a while, it seemed that George was guarding and protecting us.  It was so much fun! I also enjoyed spending a lot of time over at Cindy Sherrell's house. She was my other childhood buddy.  Without these and many other dear friends, my childhood days wouldn't have had many fun memories.   It is probably because of this that it is really important for me to see my kids making fun memories and being in our home with their friends.  I feel really blessed to be able to give that to them.  Even if they don't realize it, I probably enjoy it even more than they do.  


I continue everyday to fight this ugly battle with triple negative breast cancer.  Thursday will be round number six in the chemo department.  After that is over, only 2 more to go.  I am pretty sure I have a urinary tract infection.  I have been feeling the symptoms since yesterday.  I will call the doctor tomorrow and see about some antibiotics.  I don't want this to delay my chemo as I already have pushed it an extra 3 days longer than the two week "dose dense" schedule.  Somehow I am not really surprised by this infection.  Last week when I had my blood work done, I did not have antibiotics prescribed to me.  This was a first for me during these chemo treatments.  Every other time my white blood count was too low, and antibiotics were prescribed.  I suppose I will be prone to infection for quite sometime.  Too many steroids, too many antibiotics will do that....oh and having your body busy fighting cancer doesn't help either.  All in all, I am good.  I have many people giving me their love and support and I am very thankful.  My husband and kids have been wonderful, and Kevin's parents have been so supportive.  I am truly blessed to have such great family and friends.  I am getting together with my sisters hopefully this weekend.  My two great-nephews are celebrating birthdays and we always go to my sister Susie's house for a swim party in Rowlette.  I am a little scared that the pain from the Taxol will set in that day if not sooner.  If so, I will drug myself with pain medicine and Kevin will get us all there.  At least there will be a pool handy and I will see how getting in the water effects the joint pain while it is happening. If I have the same level of pain I experienced last time, I am going to be looking a lot like a hairless version of George!...if only I could scare it all away...the cancer and the pain.    


Thanks to all my blog followers who are keeping up with me.  I do enjoy reading all your comments.  Please keep sending them and know that I will post them as soon as I read them.  Thanks for all the prayers and support. Until next time my friends...