Poor Big Teddy

Wow, has it really been so long since my last post?? Well, my second reconstruction surgery, last Wednesday, went well. Hopefully it will be my last. Lori and I got to the hospital at 6:30 am and I was home by about 10:30, I think. The pain from this one was virtually zero, and I'm a lot more even, so hopefully, no more. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to have the surgery due to my blood pressure, but it all worked out. Two days before surgery, I went in for my herceptin treatment and my blood pressure was 163 over 103. For those of you who don't know, yeah, that's high. So, my oncologist sent me directly to the heart center for an echo cardiogram to check for heart damage. Luckily there is none, but if the blood pressure was too high, my surgeon wouldn't operate. Lots of prayers later, it was 124 over 80 the morning of the surgery. God was listening for sure.

Preschool is going so well. What a great group of kids my partner Melodie and I have. Every day I become more and more attached. Even when, during grandparent's week, one of my girls told me that her nana was really really old with brown spots all over her, and "she's even older than you, Ms. Lisa!!" What a blessing it is to have such sweet, honest kids. (No more snack for you, Victoria!!)

The hot flashes seem to be getting more infrequent, or maybe I'm just getting used to them. My sleep patterns are improving. I'm not up for 3 or 4 hours each night, so I'm really starting to feel a little better. Maybe, finally, I'm coming out of this chemo haze I've been in for so long. The aches and pains are still there in the muscles and joints but, one step at a time. My hair is coming in thicker each day, and it actually is a little wavy. Maybe I'll even have curls by the time it's all said and done. Still too much gray, but thank God for hair color.

So, my children have somehow or another become interested in wrestling. No, not the normal wrestling, but tv wrestling, you know, the Undertaker and those guys. Well, every Friday night, my poor husband rushes home from Raleigh to watch wrestling with the boys. Like he has a choice. I gotta tell ya, if we ever catch Osama bin Laden, we should make him watch Friday night Raw, or Smackdown, or whatever it is, for his punishment. I think I'd rather watch the dog lick herself. It really is excruciating. Thankfully, they don't practice all the wrestling moves they see on tv on each other. Mikey, however has this big white teddy bear he's had since he was a baby. Poor Big Teddy. He gets the brunt of Mikey's wrestling moves. Whenever it sounds like a tornado is twirling in his room, we know poor Big Teddy's getting his. Slam!, on the floor, slam!, on the bed, slam slam slam!!! Mikey works himself into such a frenzy, he emerges from his room hot, sweaty, and stinky. Hello, Right Guard! How one little boy can smell so stinky is beyond me. And, oh my God, stop picking your toenails!! Anyway, I digress. I'm grateful to have smart, healthy boys.

Happy birthday to my bff Lori. She turns 40 tomorrow. We went out last night for a celebratory birthday dinner. There were 14 of us, kids included. They were pretty good for the most part, until one of them spotted what they thought was a Lamborghini in the parking lot. Then, we couldn't get them away from the window. Come on kids, just pretend everybody has a car that costs more than most houses around here! Turns out it was a Lotus. Imagine that, a Lotus in Blacksburg, SC. Whodaa thunk?? Thank you to Lori's mom and stepdad, and mother-in-law for a wonderful dinner.

Cowboys pulled out a win today. Finally...I've been in enough agony! Have a great week my friends. And remember, wrestling is fake, just like my new boobs.