The Pink Walker

For some time, now, I've had a pink Rollator that my sisters found, brand new, in a local thrift shop.  I used to use it for work, because though I have a rather splendid handicapped parking spot, (Thank you, Judy Smith) it's still a LONG walk from that spot up to my desk.  The walker has a seat, and a place to put stuff, like your purse and your laptop, because with my lungs, I can't carry much at all.

Since I've been doing the chemo and the radiation, I've mostly relied on my hecho en Mexico cane, that I love dearly.  But today, the walk from the parking lot into the building and down the hall to the PHLEBOTOMIST (oh yes, I still love that word!) was exhausting.  I felt like crying.  So, I decided it was time for the walker to make its appearance once again. 

So we got it into the back of my Equinox and Nancy and I headed to Ironwood for this afternoon's radiation.  And may I tell you how much happier I am using it again.  It's like an old friend.  It just makes me feel more secure, and with that handy seat... YAY!

Another exciting aquisition was some Xylitol mouth spray that I used just prior to radiation, and it was FABULOUS!  I didn't panic from my dry mouth or try to swallow convulsively.  Believe me, when it comes to radiation, you want to be very still.... so as not to move and get zapped in the wrong bits.  This would be bad.  Very bad.  Because you know, there are A LOT of VERY IMPORTANT bits in my chestal area. You know, lungs, heart... things like that. :D

Oh boy, tomorrow is marathon chemo day, but with my handy netbook, I'm sure the time will fly!  And two more radiations until the weekend... wooohooo!  I takes my excitement where I can gets it, these days. ;)

Hugs and kisses!