Fri, 17 November 2006
My Dear Friends,
Driving back from our meeting with the Jesuit, I asked what Mark thought.
He said,"That man clearly knows what he's doing."
"How so?"
Mark continued,"Do you remember the first thing he said to you?"
I looked out the car window as we passed dilapidated buildings and abandoned cars. Not the best neighborhood.
I could not think of the priest's exact words.
"He said,"Tell me what's been happening." He focused on you. He didn't spend half an hour talking about himself first," Mark said.
He was right. I received the Catholic sacrament of Anointing of the Sick (again). My hands and forehead were anointed with holy oil after some prescribed prayers.
The priest spoke about filling my house with love to promote healing. If I surround myself with love, he said, I will start to feel better and that is God.
Made sense. We were only there about 15 minutes. I regret that we did not get to spend more time with him.
Regarding how I'm feeling this week, nurse R. called Tuesday and said my white blood cells were really low on Monday, BEFORE the chemo. That office does not have a working blood machine and gets results the next day.
She said I needed to start injecting myself with Neupogen again, 4 days in a row.
"Go get a blood test on Friday to check again,"she said. "If they're still low, we might have to withhold chemo this coming Monday."
She said it like a mother warning her child they might not get dessert! They might have to withhold chemo! Oh, darn. That means I might actually feel GOOD on Tuesday!
I had a fit that she disturbed my week with this cancer crap. Monday is cancer day, I wanted to tell her, don't bug me the rest of the week!
So I've been injecting like a good little girl and went for my blood test at a local branch of the hospital late this morning. I was very nervous, maybe because that's where I found out I had cancer again. Luckily, the technician was skilled and did it quick. Literally walked in and walked out.
Next time I write, I'll tell you about a weird conversation I had with another mother with cancer.
My 20th high school reunion is tomorrow night. That should be interesting. I'm glad to have made it. Had my doubts when the initial planning started months ago.
Thank you for your prayers. I'm feeling pretty much OK.
Love,
Jeanette
Driving back from our meeting with the Jesuit, I asked what Mark thought.
He said,"That man clearly knows what he's doing."
"How so?"
Mark continued,"Do you remember the first thing he said to you?"
I looked out the car window as we passed dilapidated buildings and abandoned cars. Not the best neighborhood.
I could not think of the priest's exact words.
"He said,"Tell me what's been happening." He focused on you. He didn't spend half an hour talking about himself first," Mark said.
He was right. I received the Catholic sacrament of Anointing of the Sick (again). My hands and forehead were anointed with holy oil after some prescribed prayers.
The priest spoke about filling my house with love to promote healing. If I surround myself with love, he said, I will start to feel better and that is God.
Made sense. We were only there about 15 minutes. I regret that we did not get to spend more time with him.
Regarding how I'm feeling this week, nurse R. called Tuesday and said my white blood cells were really low on Monday, BEFORE the chemo. That office does not have a working blood machine and gets results the next day.
She said I needed to start injecting myself with Neupogen again, 4 days in a row.
"Go get a blood test on Friday to check again,"she said. "If they're still low, we might have to withhold chemo this coming Monday."
She said it like a mother warning her child they might not get dessert! They might have to withhold chemo! Oh, darn. That means I might actually feel GOOD on Tuesday!
I had a fit that she disturbed my week with this cancer crap. Monday is cancer day, I wanted to tell her, don't bug me the rest of the week!
So I've been injecting like a good little girl and went for my blood test at a local branch of the hospital late this morning. I was very nervous, maybe because that's where I found out I had cancer again. Luckily, the technician was skilled and did it quick. Literally walked in and walked out.
Next time I write, I'll tell you about a weird conversation I had with another mother with cancer.
My 20th high school reunion is tomorrow night. That should be interesting. I'm glad to have made it. Had my doubts when the initial planning started months ago.
Thank you for your prayers. I'm feeling pretty much OK.
Love,
Jeanette
posted by Mark Kappe @ 11:47 AM
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