I got a little choked up driving to radiation this morning. I am probably way too sentimental.
Today was my next to last radiation treatment. Don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled that I am almost done, but at the same time, I've really enjoyed my radiation team. I actually look forward to seeing my radiation "angels". 32 times I've walked into that hallway, and said "Morning, Miss Mel" (yes, ya all remember Miss Mel of the "I've never seen anything like that" fiasco) as I was either coming or going. I am most certainly going to miss my chats with that gang, and will probably find myself stopping in to see them every once in a blue moon. (I hope that by entering the hallowed halls of the radiation department, I'm not tempting fate...)
So what's next for this feisty little blonde? Well, I've been studying to take the Florida Real Estate Licensing exam. I had a goal. The goal was to be ready to take the exam by the time that radiation was over. But, as usual, I didn't really factor in the fact that somewhere along the way in this caner journey, I suffered a brain injury or a loss of my mind. I've been working on this since June, and I was skipping along at a pretty good pace. I was really pretty proud of myself, acing chapter exams like a true scholar! But, then I started to notice that my brain was holding the information, but only for a week after I had studied it, and when I would go back and do those chapter exams, I was flunking them. It's like it's all new information. Shit! Now what? I don't have that answer, but I'm getting frustrated that my brain isn't ready to play ball. I'm going to have to figure out a new way to study the information and see if that helps.
I have noticed that while I'm okay doing things that I already knew how to do, that sometimes I have serious challenges learning new things. For example, the other day, I found an instructional yoga move that is supposed to be good for breast cancer patients. I printed it out, and bribed the dogs with bully sticks so that I could lie down on the floor without becoming a jungle gym for boxers. I grabbed my glasses and the instructions and hit the floor. That's where it got messy. I read, reread, and looked at the picture 10 times and I couldn't for the life of me figure out how I was going to accomplish what the person in the pictures was doing. After about 20 minutes, and several words that I won't repeat here, I gave up. I mean seriously, shouldn't a yoga pose designed for cancer patients take chemo brain into consideration? 2 days later, I was cleaning up the bedroom and picked up the paper again, intending to toss it in the trash. Frustrated that something had gotten the better of me, I read it again. I swear to you, balloons and streamers fell from my kitchen ceiling. Bells rang! Lights flashed! You have got to be kidding me. How is it that 2 days ago, I read that over and over, and couldn't make it happen? But, now it's seems simpler that coloring in a circle with a crayon.
And I know I've blogged about my attention span, but I'll tell you again about what's going on with that just because I like making people laugh, and this story had my physical therapist in tears. Earlier this week, I decided that I should probably do some laundry. So, I grabbed the clothes that were laying on the bathroom floor and walked them to the washer. On my way back to the bedroom to get the rest of the dirty clothes, I noticed that there were dirty dishes in the sink. Crap, let me just stick them in the dishwasher. It's that very moment that washing machine dings to remind me that the door is open. So, I stop with the dishes, and go back into the bedroom for the dirty clothes. On my way back through the kitchen, I notice that something has been spilled on the floor, so I go for the mop. Again, the bell chimes on the washer. I abandon the mop. I walk back into the laundry room, throw the clothes into the washer, and remember about the dirty dishes in the sink. Walk back into the kitchen, open the dishwasher and start to put the clean dishes away. And there's the bell on the washer again. Did I really not turn that on? Back into the laundry room, but why is the mop out? Oh, I remember. Start mopping up the floor and remember that I need to turn the washing machine on. Finally get the washing machine turned on, and wonder if I remembered to throw the little soap thing in? Pick up the mop, and start cleaning up the floor when I notice that the dishwasher is open. Why is the dishwasher open? And crap there are dirty dishes still in the sink. And mys husband wonders what I do all day? Seriously? When I look at moments like these, I wonder if I am being haunted by the great Erma Bombeck?
I seriously hope that this is going to get better....
I am off to plant the plants that are sitting next to my driveway. Apparently, I bought them several weeks ago (according to the receipt from Lowe's) but have neglected to plant them.
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