June 8, 2021
I just realized I haven't written for over a week. It was a wonderful week. I visited with my little brother, Kurt, and the days flew by. He flew in last Thursday and stayed till yesterday afternoon. We took him to the Tyler airport and he flew out on American. The schedule said his flight was going to be 20 minutes late, but he ended up sitting on the tarmac and the flight was an hour late. He was afraid he'd miss his connection at DFW, but little did he know - that was going to be the least of his worries. After numerous flight and gate changes, they had him leaving Dallas 5 hours later. When 11 p.m. rolled around, they simply cancelled his flight altogether. Hotels were full, no flights, so he spent the night in the airport. He got another flight out this morning, but the attendant said they'd made a mistake and it was for tomorrow morning instead. Oh, Heavens. He got that fixed, finally got on a flight and made it home mid-day, today. Talk about the flight from Hell.
It will be a memorable trip for him, for sure. At least I felt good while he was here. My very best week since I started this whole mess!
I went to chemo this morning in a light rain. By the time I got to the cancer center, it was absolutely pouring, the wind was howling, and the tornado sirens were going off. A tornado touched down on the west side of Tyler, but I don't know which direction it was going. I had to park in the lot across the street and at the back. My umbrella popped up backwards in the wind, my cap blew off and I had puddles to navigate. By the time I retrieved my cap and got inside the building, I was soaked. Then I sat in the waiting room for an hour before they called me. They had moved all the patients out of the rooms and into the hallways and then moved everyone back. So, chemo day was a 5 hour adventure today. Near the end of my treatment, my heart went crazy and I broke out into a full-body sweat. No way to hide it, nurses saw me, then clustered like mother hens. I tore off my mask and my cap, trying to cool off. What a spectacle. Geez, that just made it worse. It passed, like it always does, like I told them it would, but they still called the oncologist. She told me to get to the cardiologist, so I called his office when I got home. Left a message. No response. Figures. Maybe they'll call tomorrow..... probably mid-day.... while I'm at the hospital for my 11:30 a.m. MRI. Can't take the call in the tube.
I slept all afternoon when I came home. Bit wobbly this evening and my head is severely loopy. Heart has done it's thing 2 more times since I've been home. It is, what it is. I had more news but can't remember what I wanted to say. Oh, well.
Can't remember squat, so I'll have to figure out a funny for ya'll another time. I look funny. Does that count?
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