Friday, May 8, 2020
Today, I have cancer again. Okay, I have continued to have cancer while I was on my latest chemotherapy break, but thanks to COVID-19 becoming a focus-consuming issue, I could completely forget about cancer. Okay, not completely forget. There were so many topics jumping at me every day and I have been feeling pretty good, so I have done a good job of ignoring the fact that someday cancer is going to kill me for the past two months. Denial is still my favorite friend, Unfortunately, today I became a cancer patient again.
I needed to get out of bed early because Dr. Doom and Gloom’s office staff had decided I could have my pre-chemotherapy blood tests done before my treatment started so I could eliminate a trip out in public. My older daughter, Megan, is not currently working until 3:30 p.m. at her massage job, so she was on Mika-watching duty after I left. My seven-year-old, Mika, cannot come into the hospital with me at this time, and never for a chemotherapy treatment.
On Sunday, I told Megan I was already writing today’s journal entry in my head. I explained I would write about needing to go back to having cancer again. Megan replied that she sometimes thinks she cannot possibly be related to me and then I get dramatic. Apparently, we share a flair for the dramatic. Megan and I actually have at least two traits in common, we also both like to plan nearly every task we do.
Technically, I became a cancer patient again on Monday, but I was able to have a virtual pre-chemotherapy appointment with Candice the P.A. Since I did not leave my house, I do not think it counts. Monday, I learned COVID-19 has yet another silver lining. I was all ready to go back to the drudgery of weekly blood draws and was delighted to find out I would only need one blood draw within 48 hours of my chemotherapy. The best part, I could do the blood draw, wait an hour for results, and have my chemotherapy on the same day. I only need to deal with cancer two days a month, and one of those days I do not need to leave my house!
Monday was not a good day for virtual learning. My seven-year-old, Mika, did not finish her schoolwork for the day until 6:55 p.m. We had less than fifteen days left of schooling at home, and Mika still fights me somedays. Mika does not even do real schoolwork, but you would think, from the way she acts, that school is the worst possible experience in her life.
Our biggest school problem is keeping Mika on task. I had to switch Mika to doing a certain number of problems instead of working for a certain amount of time because she would only do six math problems in half an hour instead of thirty. Mika keeps taking advantage of the fact I cannot see her screen and am working on my computer for my business to switch to watching YouTube videos or playing video games when I am busy.
My piece of advice to you is to count down the days until summer break. I like having Mika home, but I will like it better when schoolwork is not part of the equation. Nine days left of school… Nine days left of school.
Until next time,
Susanne
Please check out my GoFundMe page.
Today, I have cancer again. Okay, I have continued to have cancer while I was on my latest chemotherapy break, but thanks to COVID-19 becoming a focus-consuming issue, I could completely forget about cancer. Okay, not completely forget. There were so many topics jumping at me every day and I have been feeling pretty good, so I have done a good job of ignoring the fact that someday cancer is going to kill me for the past two months. Denial is still my favorite friend, Unfortunately, today I became a cancer patient again.
I needed to get out of bed early because Dr. Doom and Gloom’s office staff had decided I could have my pre-chemotherapy blood tests done before my treatment started so I could eliminate a trip out in public. My older daughter, Megan, is not currently working until 3:30 p.m. at her massage job, so she was on Mika-watching duty after I left. My seven-year-old, Mika, cannot come into the hospital with me at this time, and never for a chemotherapy treatment.
On Sunday, I told Megan I was already writing today’s journal entry in my head. I explained I would write about needing to go back to having cancer again. Megan replied that she sometimes thinks she cannot possibly be related to me and then I get dramatic. Apparently, we share a flair for the dramatic. Megan and I actually have at least two traits in common, we also both like to plan nearly every task we do.
Technically, I became a cancer patient again on Monday, but I was able to have a virtual pre-chemotherapy appointment with Candice the P.A. Since I did not leave my house, I do not think it counts. Monday, I learned COVID-19 has yet another silver lining. I was all ready to go back to the drudgery of weekly blood draws and was delighted to find out I would only need one blood draw within 48 hours of my chemotherapy. The best part, I could do the blood draw, wait an hour for results, and have my chemotherapy on the same day. I only need to deal with cancer two days a month, and one of those days I do not need to leave my house!
Monday was not a good day for virtual learning. My seven-year-old, Mika, did not finish her schoolwork for the day until 6:55 p.m. We had less than fifteen days left of schooling at home, and Mika still fights me somedays. Mika does not even do real schoolwork, but you would think, from the way she acts, that school is the worst possible experience in her life.
Our biggest school problem is keeping Mika on task. I had to switch Mika to doing a certain number of problems instead of working for a certain amount of time because she would only do six math problems in half an hour instead of thirty. Mika keeps taking advantage of the fact I cannot see her screen and am working on my computer for my business to switch to watching YouTube videos or playing video games when I am busy.
My piece of advice to you is to count down the days until summer break. I like having Mika home, but I will like it better when schoolwork is not part of the equation. Nine days left of school… Nine days left of school.
Until next time,
Susanne
Please check out my GoFundMe page.