Monday, November 7, 2011

Monday Nov 7, 2011 A Day at a Time....

 Boyce is getting a little stronger each day, but not as quickly as he would like.  He worked 2 half days last week, and worked almost a full day today.  He came home feeling extremely tired and had a horrible headache.  His doctor called him last Tuesday while he was at work, and was not happy that he wasn't at home.  It's been a tad confusing, as he is the one who told us that he would be fine to go home the day after surgery, and back to normal activities within 2 weeks.  He told Boyce over the phone that it will be 4-6 weeks before he'll be feeling back to normal, and preferred that he stay home until around the 14th of November, but that it was up to him to make the final decision.  Good thing since he'd already made the decision and was back at work.  I'm hoping that he will work shorter days the rest of this week, and maybe try full time next week.  His first scan, chest xray, and blood work will be at the end of January, and then every 3 months for at least a year.  We have to remind ourselves regularly to live in today, and not think about tomorrow, or 3 months from now.  Most of you know that I'm back at Elevate, baking for them on a contract basis.  I'm grateful to be able to do what I love, and get paid for it.  I set my own hours, and can do some of the baking at home since Arizona passed the new law allowing commercial baking at home without having an actual commercial kitchen.  It keeps me very busy (I keep wondering how I can be busier now as a contractor than I was when I was an employee of Elevate), and I'll be catering for 250 people for the play "A Christmas Carol" that Hope is sponsoring on Dec 10 at Peoria Theater Works,  just as I did last year for Elevate and Hope for the "Miracle on 34th Street".  So there is no time for cancer, or hospitals, or sickness of any kind until next year.  Or maybe the year after.  Or how about never.  And that also goes for my parents, particularly my dad, when they fly down on Dec 10 for the winter/spring.  I've put my time in at Mayo, and so has Boyce, so I've made it clear to my dad that if he's going to get sick, or drop dead, he needs to do it in Washington.  If he chooses to do it here, I will put him on the bus that passes right by their house, and goes straight to Mayo.  I'll even spring for bus fare.  Of course I do reserve the right to change my mind depending on what is being served at the "Creative Corner" in the Mayo cafeteria.  They have the BEST salads!!