A Good Dentist is a Joy Forever

Dr. Robert Baker is my dentist and he got me all fixed up today.  We talked about a lot of things; he's just the best.  Unfortunately, I cried a little as we were talking about my prognosis, but he got me laughing again pretty quickly.


I only cried because I'm getting a little tired of pain.  It wears you down, you know, and makes it hard to be your normally happy self.  But I came home, took a Naprosyn and felt better.  It doesn't take away all the pain, but it makes it manageable.  I just don't want to vomit and I don't want to keep taking the compazine, either.  The vicodin makes me sick.  I've always had a very low tolerance for pain killers.  


I'll discuss all this with Dr. Fastenberg on Tuesday when I see him before the next infusion.  The major pain is still in my left leg.  It feels muscular to me, but I don't know.  I had the sonogram on both of my legs to check for blood clots and everything was fine.  And my left leg doesn't LOOK any different than my right leg, which is a good sign, I think.


Tonight, though, I will probably take a vicodin before I try to sleep.  


Other than that, I broke down and got a game from Amazon even if it is from those evil cads at Electronic Arts.  It's called Darkspore and so far, it's not bad.  Kind of a dungeon crawler in space.  But you know me, it needs more phat lewtz. ;)  I do like the ability to change your 'hero' in mid battle.  I just wish EA would stop making you go ONLINE when all you are doing is playing a freaking single-player game.  They treat their customers like we're all thieves.  


Anywho, thought I'd best post as it had been a couple of days, and people worry when I don't post.  Oh, and speaking of posts, over the weekend I wrote my last blog post, with instructions for my sisters on how to access my blog and copy and paste it in.


It's unsettling when you find a blog you are drawn to, especially the ones written by people with a chronic disease, and it just stops.  No more posts.  You don't know if they have gotten so well, that their exciting life has given them no time to post, or if something more final has happened.  It's sad, too.  


So, I didn't want anyone to come upon this blog someday, and have to wonder what ever happened to Tequila and her journey through cancer.  I think it's a good final post, if I do say so myself; upbeat, not maudlin, or scary, just factual and happy. :)


You know, I love every single day I get, even the ones with pain, because I get to be with people I love, chihuahuas I adore, and I get to let people know that just because you've got an expiration date on you, it's no reason to stop living and having fun.


Live long and prosper. :D

A Promise is a Promise..

...and so I give you a picture of my sister, Wendy, in her Nursing School's clinicals uniform.  I can't tell you how proud I am of her; she inspires me every day.  I know that any time I need to talk about anything she's there with her Sepulveda ears (which are nicely hidden in the picture above) ready to give encouragement or anything else I need.


I had my follow up with Dr. Ramaswamy today, and we talked about my mortality, and not in a frightening way, nor in a Pollyanna manner, either.  I told him I had gotten way past the 'oh, I'm dying' part and happily into, the 'Yay, I'm living' attitude.  That's not to say I'm not mindful of how things will progress, and I have made all the necessary arrangements, as I've said before.  So, I may be ready, but I'm not READY, if you get my drift.  I feel strong!  I feel invincible... today. ;)


Now I am looking forward to what should be a really wonderful weekend, weather-wise.  I may have to go get some sun... I can use the vitamin D and gods know I could use some color.  Maybe I'll take a short walk and see how that goes.  I just want to be up and moving.  


Ok, so there you have it; my sister's picture, and doesn't she look fabulous?  I love you, Wendy, and thank you Dean for taking the picture.  I love you, too. :)


Live long and prosper, all.