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Fall Fun!

Sorry for the radio silence.

Fall has been busy in the not so great way but now we are moving forward!

I started radiation on the 29th of September and I took chemo the day after. They went back and forth for weeks on whether or not I should pair chemo with the radiation. It was frustrating to not know what the plan was for quite a while. Now I only have four treatments left out of 20 for the radiation. It has been a lot smoother since the treatment began. Radiation is also far more efficient and streamlined then it was 10 years ago. I am in and out in 12 minutes. It takes longer to drive there than it does to get treated. That is kind of amazing given how close we live to the hospital. 
The chemo was pill form again but I only had to take one dose and it's supposed to take me out for 6 to 8 weeks. I had nausea in the beginning but that seems to have died down some.
Right now I'm just so tired I can't even explain. Overall, I am still chatty and myself, but I get about 15 or 20 minutes of activity in and then I have to sit down for an hour. So tired that I haven't put my Halloween decorations up. I've had supplies ready since August.

My mom came to stay with us this week and I am so grateful she is here. She has tackled our mountain range of laundry as well as became Torin's new best friend. Aaron is grateful too, his mornings were very stressful because I drive to radiation everyday. Now there is another adult there to help with the morning tasks like feeding the baby and walking the dog so that he can work. She is more effective at those tasks because she's not quite as tired as I am.

Once I'm done with radiation I think they're going to add a second chemo, administered via IV. So it will be daily driving to the hospital, the sequel. 

It's nice to have a commute and interact with other humans on a regular basis. I'm an extrovert and I gain energy from being around other people so I think it's helping me feel better overall. It is also been so long since I've had a commute that I had forgotten how bad my road rage is. Maybe the daily shot of adrenaline is also helping? That's the story I'm telling myself.

The new plan is in action and I'm alert enough to enjoy fall thanks to my favorite coffee beverage. Pumpkin Spice Latte! 🎃 One less thing to worry about.

Here's our pumpkin and some pictures of my machine and such.
tickle monster!
my whole world in one moment
My daily mechanical buddy
 my attire and staging each morning!
this is the walkway to the radiation entrance. Tons of people have painted rocks with encouraging messages for their loved ones.

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