Change #1 New treatment - I started Avastin like a month and a half ago. My first treatment came back with an enormous drop in my CA-125. Every person around me was crying/jumping up and down/shouting prayers from the mountains. I got the number...I heard it...I knew it was a HUGE drop...but all I could think was...I have been here before (twice). I have seen this number or a number close to it twice. I used to go over the moon with big drops. Now I am reserved...I am worried to be let down so I don't allow myself to be too happy. I relax a little and I think less about the cells in my body that might kill me one day...but I can't make myself go all the way to relieved. Then the second treatment I dropped 103 points. Still a drop but no where near the last drop. I go back next week and I am a little worried...where do I go from 100 points...will it not move at all. Sorry to be soooo Eeyore about this...I try but I am not very successful pulling out a Tigger attitude about all this.
Change # 2 The Bug's Graduation/Move to a brand new school - Her school has been OUR home for the last four years. Now it is over. She is finished and being released into the regular school world. Bigger classes, fewer modifications, new teachers, everything makes me tense. The Bug is great. She is welcoming the chance to remake herself in a new school. Find new friends...try new things...grow up even more. I am impressed with her everyday. She is so flexible in large life changes. She is almost fluid with the big changes. I think her formative years were spent in flux...so for her change is the norm. For me my formative years were entirely stable so change scares me. We created a family within our school building. It housed my job and her class in the same building. I was there to help if she forgot something. Ex: Mooooom I forgot my lunch. It's alright babe you can have mine. I loved that I was able to be there for her. Once again I think she is ready to try life without the mom safety net. Miss Independent and her shaky, nervous mom.
|pic with mommy|
|perfect picture...looks like letting go!|
Change #3 Moving into the Populous of the Unemployed - On May 31st I finished my time with KinderFrogs. This might be the hardest...biggest..scariest change for me. I know I have my health insurance for 29 months...but I may not have any money coming in at all. My parents have both said they are here for that purpose...they are here to help. I am so not ready to accept that type of help. I want to contribute something. I spent last week driving all over picking up medical records. I had to visit the hospital where they told me I had cancer. I had to visit the hospital where they removed lots of my insides and lots of cancer. Those were hard they took me back to two years ago when I was just beginning this fight. Now I am two years down the road...losing the job that helped me define my worth...facing Medicaid for my child if COBRA gets too expensive. Hoping and praying that the interview I had for disability went well and Austin will approve my application for disability. I mean come on guys I have cancer...neuropathy...and new treatments every few months...give a girl a break.
So I think those three changes warrant a bit of a break. Now it is in writing and it seems a little less overwhelming. Losing the opportunity to teach is the hardest loss. There it is friends.
Still Love you guys to the moon and back!