Busy goings on here at Casa Rogers. We’re still getting the new digs situated, organized and decorated. I’m trying to be selective in our accessorizing since the look is really clean and modern. I’ll probably try some DIY ideas that I’ve ripped off shows on the HGTV channel. I’m not a really creative or artsy person, so this is a bit challenging. I’m also like Lee, who says he couldn’t draw a stick figure with a ruler and a compass. We’ll see how it goes.
Traded in the 4Runner on Friday for a new Toyota Venza. So far, I love it. She’s a speedy thing, and just high enough off the ground to make me not feel like I’m in a car. Plus, I’m frankly addicted to the XM that came with the car…it has an AWESOME 80’s station that I listen to all the time, along with some pretty good Christian stations. This morning I was totally rockin out with Toto on the way to work.
Speaking of work, I’m back! My 2 month sabbatical ended and I started back to work on Monday. I so love and missed my clients, so I couldn’t be happier. I’ve been busy since I rolled in Monday morning, and that’s how I love it. Some people I talked to couldn’t understand why I missed being at work so much, but my career is a part of who I am, and what defines my personality. When I die, cremate me with my printing calculator and an amortization/depreciation schedule.
Big B starts official pre-k on Monday, and the little booger has to wear a uniform! Part of me feels rebellious of this, like the system is assimilating all the little kids, turning them into identical robots. The other part of me is happy that he won’t be able to ask to wear a batman or lizard costume to school. I guess I shouldn’t be complaining – Primrose has been such a great school for Blane to attend; as a mom, I gotta brag: my kid can write his name at the age of 4.
Most importantly, I’ve got a CT scheduled for tomorrow morning, and I’ll get the results at chemo on Monday. Haven’t had one of those since April, and it’ll tell us how well the chemoembolization from May and my current chemo regime worked. What we’re hoping for is that the cancer in my liver is completely demolished and my infected lymph nodes are being ridded of the yucky stuff. That would be some pretty great news. Part of me is scared to be hopeful and optimistic, because the letdown (and I’ve been there, sister) is devastating. This is one of the hardest parts of my fight – I’m a control freak, and I have to accept that I am not in control on this one. I have to give up the illusion and belief that I have control over any of this. I can’t make my chemo work if my cancer becomes resistant to it. I’ve always felt that hard work will get you what you want, and it doesn’t necessarily happen that way with cancer. I’ve tried lots of experimental things to try and increase the efficacy of my chemo: ingesting turmeric daily for its anti-inflammatory properties, drinking this wretched papaya leaf tea in large quantities, drinking Kombucha daily (that’s one thing I’d love to keep doing, it’s just so darn good), cutting out all white flour and sugar from my diet. None of those things worked, and I was really bummed when I realized that there wasn’t a whole lot I could do on my end to affect change.
Such is the struggle with faith as well. It’s all about giving up control, trusting that someone is going to take care of you, ultimately. Babies do it…why can’t we? Our kids, at least till 2 or so, trust us to take care of them. They know they’re not in control. After that, all bets are off, and the only thing you’ll hear outta them is, “I can do it myself!!!!” So, surprise, surprise, I’ll be praying tonight for positive results…..right after I drink my barium.
One more scan and I’m going to start glowing in the dark.