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Summer makes us Slap-Happy!

Well, now that the school year has ended things have gotten ridiculously quiet. All that I'm focusing on these days is trying to be a good sport about perpetual nausea, packing up my life in baggage that is small enough that it won't weigh down a gazillion pound airplane (I take a LOT of medication!!).

Sadly, last night, while taking my aunt Lisa out to dinner, I had a big ole seizure. Jason and I were in the middle of the "corn" story. This is where I totally freaked out Jason and his entire family at the breakfast table one day while visiting. Jason told me the word for corn in Cantonese, only for me to then repeat it back to him in even better Cantonese than he can speak himself. His poor dad didn't know how to react, and I don't know how I did it, I just did! But no, we didn't practice, we had no idea corn was going to be on the breakfast menu that day. =) It must be rubbing off on me or something!

But yeah, I had my first seizure in three weeks, and it was a pretty "bad" one, and by bad I mean uncomfortable. However, afterwards, I felt like someone had hit the "reset" button on me. I felt way more energetic and less nauseated than I had been feeling all day! So, I ended the evening on a good note.Only to wake up today feeling super nauseated! Yay? At this exact moment, I'm feeling fine, but it's strange because I haven't taken chemo for 9 days, and I'm still needing to pop anti-nausea medicine like it's candy in order to stay functional. I don't like to be feeling sick and not knowing the cause. They didn't give me a warning label on this chemo that would say: "caution, this particular round of chemo will torture you for five days and then linger and drain you like a leach for at least 2 more weeks after that. Enjoy!" Anyway, complain complain... I survived brain surgery, I need to stop whining about silly small things like chemo, I'm way stronger than chemo I'm just tired OF it already.

That and I'm anxious to go home too. Everyone keeps asking me what my plans for the summer are, and I keep saying "HOME!" and try to explain to them a world where pavement is optional, malls are a full-day's endeavor, and how YES, I WANT to go there! =) 

Luckily, I work with some very lighthearted people, and that has made all of this a lot easier. I'm not just talking about the students and my professional staff team on Indian, this "lightheartedness" goes all the way up the "ladder" to the top of my division. It then has spread and is embraced and supported by all the departments, from University Police, to Financial Aid, to Student Health Service, Career Services, Student Religious Services (Chapel House), Judicial Affairs, Orientation, etc....

On the last stretch as it's 8 days til home, seizures apparently have positive side-effects, and I reiterate again, I work for the best place ever =), less things to worry about!!!

Click below for the proof that I work for the best place EVER!

This is the Vice President, her Assistants, the Associate VP, and a splattering of many directors, assistant directors, and such from all the offices within my division here at Albany...

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