Tuesday was a day of highs and very lows for us here at Chez Skippy.
The plus part of the day? Wallene walking in the door at 4 pm with her first report, from her first quarter of her first year in High School. It was a definite PLUS kind of moment. She received 5 As - 2 A pluses and 3 As. We could not be happier for her and a bit surprised because she has been a busy kid for the past 3 1/2 months with all her activities. I thought lack of sleep would've done her in eventually, but nope. She really came through. Good kid.
The minus to our day came at my doctor's appointment. He was a new doctor [to me] and although I honestly didn't have time to explain everything in detail to him he seems to have drawn some conclusions that he wants checked with further tests. If his suspicions are confirmed, and I suspect they will be considering my life long fight with anemia, I may be sicker than I thought. And that isn't good. Not news I need, nor wanted to hear. I thought I was scared last year when I was in the hospital. Nope. Now I am really freaking out because it means another transfusion [thrill :sarcasm drip:] over the Thanksgiving holiday, plus long term treatment that may or may not prolong my life.
There was one small plus to the whole appointment tho' - I finally received a prescription that eases my congestion and allows me to rest better, plus I can go back to 1,000 mg of sodium. I comforted myself with toast and a huge glass of water last night. That was nice. I also woke up this morning lbs lighter from getting rid of some of the water on my lungs. Bravo!
Once upon a time I would think about what my "Bucket List" used to have on it. I don't think about "used to" anymore because it comes down to one thing left on my list. And that one thing is Wallene. I know it sounds like I am discounting the older kids, but, truly, I am not. They are all adults and we have done a good job [I think?] of raising them to be productive, successful members of the world - but Wallene is still so young and deserves to have her Momma there for here - at least for the next 5 or 6 more years at least. Dont'cha think? I am so afraid to leave her and I cry at the thought of us without each other while she is still growing up.
You all did a lot for me last year when I was ill and I didn't write this post to upset anyone, but simply to ask if you could think a good thought, say a prayer or just give me a hug that I get through this too.
Thank you. See ya' on the flipside Tadpoles.