Kelly here. Jeff is undergoing scans in Houston today. He left yesterday in the company of his sister, Michelle, after a nearly two-hour flight delay. As most of you know, Jeff is quite debilitated and I was concerned about how he would get around the airport, but I hear Michelle very ably hoisted all of their luggage onto her back, shoulders and other available surfaces all while chauffering Jeff in a wheelchair. I have to say I'm a little jealous. Not only do I want to be the one travelling with Jeff and helping him--I'm also envious of her ability to lift more than four ounces. For those of you who don't know me, I have the physique of Olive Oil (or maybe an orphan from Mogadishu) and I'm probably flattering myself by even comparing myself to HER. (Although, I am building both strength and endurance by getting in about 50 reps a day of a 15 pound weight named Finn. He does NOT like to be put down.)
So, Michelle and Jeff arrived in Houston last night after a full day and night of travel. The good news is that they will be able to relax this weekend while they wait for Jeff's appointment with Dr. Legha on Monday afternoon. At the appointment, Dr. Legha will reveal the results of today's scans and give Jeff his recommendation for further treatment. Right now, the plan is for Jeff to return to Milwaukee on Tuesday and to begin Whole Brain Radiation on Wednesday. He'll also start back up with his rehabilitation sessions on Wednesday, too. Dr. Legha will possibly order some kind of treatment or chemotherapy to complement the woody and floral aromatics of the Whole Brain Radiation, but it will all depend on what he finds on today's scans.
In the meantime, we are left to wait and wonder (and hope and pray and think and contemplate and plan and not think anymore . . .). So, while I am busy not thinking for the next couple of days, I thought I should at least be busy thanking:
Thanks, Gretchen, for posting to the "Home at Last" blog. It made my day. I wish more people were like you: less worried about feeling funny or weird leaving a post than about simply reaching out. Thank you, thank you, thank you! I hope Gretchen's example will inspire those of you who haven't, to post a comment. We only know you're reading all of this if you let us know. And by reading this, you let us know that you are interested and that you care. And you can't possibly say the "wrong" thing . . . unless, of course, you are the person who has sent me 55 e-mails over the past week telling me how bitter and ungrateful I am and telling me that someday you hope I'll look back and get a good laugh out of all of this. That's a pretty good example of what NOT to say. It's also kind of a bad time to ask me for money. (Just a gentle reminder to the Police Auxiliary Guild that made it's second call to me in two days).
Thanks also to my brother, Jim, and his wife, Amy. They drove all the way from Alabama just to see us for 2 and a half days. Not only do they provide the two things I need most (humor and distraction), they also provided remarkably good housecleaning and babysitting services (Thanks, Amy!!) and surprisingly effective bee/wasp killing services (Thanks, Jim!!). The bee/wasp population in my outdoor shutters and eaves suffered a catastrophic loss this weekend when Hurricane Jim violently detroyed their homes, their families, and their pride. P.S. Amy, congratulations on your promotion to management!
Thank you, Roger, for your sincere inquiries and thoughtful advice. Thank you, George, for your counseling, guidance, and insanely funny (albeit sadly perceptive--HA!) self-deprication. Thank you, Liz, for your reliability and constant friendship and support. To everyone at work: You help me everyday more than you know. Thank you all.
Thank you, Barbara, for visiting with me and for holding Finn and making him laugh and smile. There is no sound sweeter to a mother than her baby's laughter. I think Dennis will understand when you tell him you have a new boyfriend! Ha!
Thank you, Jennifer and Mark, for fostering Jack's friendships with Abe and Ben. As a mother, it flatters me everytime your boys knock on the door and ask to play with Jack. They are the reason Jack wants to be good at sports and as young as they are, they are helping Jack immensely without even knowing it!
To the Wisconsin Lottery System/Powerball: Thanks for nothing.
OK . . . I could go on and on and I'm sure Jeff could list about 100 more thank-yous himself, but I have to go pick-up Aubrey from Cross Country practice. It's neat that she is following in Jeff's footsteps as a runner. I can run approximately six yards before getting winded--so I know she doesn't get it from me! Her first meet is on Tuesday after he gets home from Houston. I hope he'll have the energy to cheer her on after an early morning flight! Until then . . .