My gosh!
I just can’t keep up! It is truly amazing what you guys
are doing!
I feel simply overwhelmed with sweetness, kind thoughts
and prayers and it sure is a good kind off “being overwhelmed” and yes I’m
going to visit all of your blogs soon! I should have some “free” time coming up…
I was planning on a funny story… I have several… But they don’t want to come out of my head.
Last week has been a roller coaster and we haven’t seen the end yet. Since I posted
last Monday I have not seen a doctor. Apparently it is really hard to figure
out what is going in my breast on so they need some more time. In the mean time
Bastiaan and the rest of the family have insisted I go get a second opinion, so
I made some phone calls and maybe next week we are going on a little trip… to a
special cancer center that is.
Which makes me very scared, because I like to stay here,
in my own bed. With our own bathroom (that is getting really pretty by the way)
and with our own animals. I don’t really want to be shipped off to a place
where there are only sick people in a strange hospital in a strange bed without
my wonderful stud and crazy Jones who keeps barking at coyotes in the middle of
the night (which drives me absolutely NUTS…)! Last time we did this (the chemo
thing) I was absolutely happy to go get “better” every other day to go and
focus on the bookkeeping, talking to Colby about the girls, and minding my
brothers business. So now I am scared that if I don’t have all these things to
keep me busy, how in the world am I suppose to get better…
But…
Maybe being away from home makes me focus more on getting
better, instead of worrying about the farm all the time (which is a common
thing for farmers, and which comes like a second nature to me, I was after all
the one with the “American dream” to milk cows in this amazing country)…. and actually
GET BETTER?
Though choice…
Today (Thursday) we go to Dr Nala and hopefully we will
find out about what the game plan is. And if she thinks that maybe we need to
go to “a special place” I think I will pack our suitcase and stuff in full of “home”,
get my scull pantie (yes I really need
some more of those) and hop on the plane with Bastiaan, see how windy the windy
city really is…
In the mean time I’m gonna make one hundred mistakes a
day at the farm (cause I just can’t focus), automatically knowing my sweet
hubby, mom & dad and little brother are fixing them behind my back, continue
being a little rainbow colored chameleon who changes color ever five minutes (just
like my emotions, by the way, this sound WAY more romantic then it really is…)
and just ENJOY and feeling incredibly BLESSED with reading your comments,
suggestions and cyber hugs!
Cancer butt kicking is going to be a piece of cake with
all of you by my side…
