Mood:
d'ohNow Playing: Day 2865-Next GP Chapter... Turning Lemons Into Lemonade :)
This was totally me this 
morning!
Hahahahaha!
Actually...both of us.
Nothing like ringing in a new year, birth year, with a little bit of shocking news from my doctor this morning. For crying out loud! Here we go again and again and again and again.
I can't remember what it's like to actually work for a living. If being sick was a job. I clearly would be holding a top CEO title! No joke. I miss working. I never would had imagined having to be on permanent disability for most likely, the remainder of my lifetime. Knowing that it took me a little over 3 years to win a temporary work permit. Then to once again, deal with more complications, escalating issues with my health. In which, I still have yet to complete the first of two possible online business ventures with my temporary work permit. Well...it's down right frustrating. I could use other choice words on my mind, but we will keep this blog 'G' rated. BAH!
Not only has it been one hell of a morning. An even worse afternoon into the evening hours dealing with nagging pain from sitting in the car traveling across state. Far too many hours for this gals liking when not taking her pain medication. Yep, I also forgot to bring that with us this morning. Pfffff!
Today...just wasn't my day. Our day.
I will quote the words from one of my many specialists whom have all wrote their own special notes within my online medical chart. Another few specialist notes that were read to us today.
"Please refer patient to Cleveland Clinic for further advanced care."
"Patient needs to be referred to specialty cancer care."
We have been down this road a few times over the years. My specialists have come to their own crossroads where even my complications are becoming far too much for them to manage. What used to work, is no longer working. Another possible option for some sort of experimental treatment. I assume...if one wants to wander back down that experimental road. Really, in my mind, while being read one specialist letter after another. I have already given up this long, windy road of going no where.
Really, it's not all about giving up. For me, it's about the quality of my good days. Not the quantity of how many days I am able to enjoy through out the week. Driving back and forth up north to the Cleveland Clinic already sounds exhausting. Yet, my team of specialists are very adamant about sending me up north as my long, lengthy online medical chart makes it way to the Cleveland Clinic now as we speak. Sometimes, it's best to just bite your tongue before you speak. I don't want to let my amazing team of specialists down, however, I am a realistic gal. Realistic is when you come to a point within your battle, realizing that things are not going to get any better. So why not enjoy the good days, to the fullest, while they last. AMEN.
Yea, it wasn't a very good appointment. Not like they ever are lately. But I guess even today brings with it, another silver lining. I always have Cleveland Clinic to fall back on. Maybe not in this lifetime. But it's nice to know that my specialists still have hope and remain dedicated in my care to the very best of their ability.
lazy
IT!
zzzzz
bright
HAPPY!
#8. People around you right now, at this very second, might have on pants and underwear. However, that doesn't mean they are better than you.
#4. If you spent 3 seconds today truly appreciating an image, smell or song. You're already ahead!
chillin'
When I take the time to look a bit back on my life over the years. In which, I try not to do very often. It's very disturbing to come to the reality of just how much my body has endured. Medically speaking. It's even far more disturbing to come to grips with another surgery, another reality that has no chance of being postponed. Not in the very sense when it comes to another infection deep within the bone. 
I had predicted this mornings turn of events. More like...another series of the same ole, same ole, events. Medically speaking of course, because so far I have yet to even finish both online businesses. Building two separate websites that once again, have to be postponed, delayed due to medical reasons. Of course, why it certainly always seems to go that way. Am I feeling a bit annoyed, yet sarcastic?. 
As with anyone who has endured a round or two of chemotherapy or radiation. Ones immune system will always be compromised. Infections are never taken lightly. Infections and the source of infections must be handled careful and urgently. Seems I might not have successfully found myself with a surgical implanted device to help regulate lack of hormones. I may not even found myself at least receiving a surgically implanted port to help minimize lack of absorption with medication, pill form, that is now a substitute for what could not be implanted surgically. But it seems today was just another day when another infection trumped everything. 
I may have anticipated, literally expecting this mornings news. However, Eric was the least to expect seeing me go under the knife, one more time, dealing with another infection deep within the bone. It isn't about having a choice in the matter. Surgically, it must be done. As for now, we are looking at another Thanksgiving recovering at home. What a great way to ring in the upcoming holidays! Said...no one...ever. But such as life, you just learn to roll with the punches. What one can no longer control. After all, "It really is, what it is." 
It was a warm, breezy day here in the country. No winter attired needed. Just throw on a t-shirt, shorts, flip-flops and your ready to go! Crazy isn't it?! I believe our temperature actually was warmer here in the country than down south in Florida. Almost 80 degrees and still in the upper 70's by late this afternoon. 
With the holidays quickly upon us. What we have yet to do is have a garage sale of sorts. We were suppose to have our garage sale last month, but life got in the way. Instead of an actual garage sale. It appears that it will end up being an indoor basement sale. HA! We have a lot of storage totes filled with excess clutter that need to be moved in order to get the rest of our stuff out of storage and into our basement. Literally, from one basement to another before our final move come early spring, 2018. We aren't so sure where all this extra physical energy will be coming from...but the sale must go on within the next few weeks. 
cheeky
Thankful, is knowing that I have one heck of an amazing team of doctors who quickly found the source of my infection. The latest infection that once again, put surgical procedures on hold so my compromised immune system could receive a bit of assistance. Not only did my doctors quickly find out the source of my infection. But were as well able to quickly work me into their Monday morning schedule for next week. 
Then of course... You have little ole MUAH! A huge STEELERS fan that isn't shy about poking a little fun at his Cincinnati Bungals along the way. Hehehehehehe! Why, lookie here...guess what I found in one of the storage totes that we brought home yesterday... 
After last month's ridiculous shenanigans, Eric and his coworker, Deputy Sheriff's for the county, plotted a birthday Ninja move. Of all reasons, in order to move storage totes out of a basement, given prior permission by a grandparent.
The Birthday Ninja was so smooth...that literally nothing went noticed as far as 11 totes, 1 large Xmas tree, 3 small Xmas trees and one huge green screen. All successfully moved from the basement to both parked vehicles waiting to make a Ninja escape without notice. All this...in order to keep the peace. AMEN. 
We arrived 10 minutes early at the hospital, signed in with registration and was taken back to the same-day surgical area. What we weren't ready for was a HUGE mix-up, more so, a phone call and voicemail message that I never received yesterday. A message from my oncologist's assistance in order to let us know that my blood work came back with a few concerns that need to be addressed first before proceeding with my port. I honestly never received the phone call nor voicemail. That is because they left the voicemail on Eric's phone number. His prior phone number before having it changed after moving to Indiana. Oh yes...someone got the message...it just wasn't me. 
special
BOO!!
Actually...our very first and our very last celebration of Halloween. We never got to celebrate Halloween last year due to it falling on the week we were moving into our little hidden lemon gem of a find! Hahahahaha! Yes, we can FINALLY laugh now! We are actually back on schedule with the remaining indoor and outdoor projects in order to finally realize this great house flip! It has literally been an official year of repairing, repainting and redecorating one room at a time. 
Chic!
The ole saying is true! They most definitely do everything much, MUCH bigger here in the country! Over 150+ young and a bit older trick or treater's that greeted us this evening! A lot more than what we used to have back in the city. It was nice to actually have the chance to meet many of our neighbors who live along the wooded hillside. Even those, much like ourselves, who are in process of flipping their own home and reselling to move further out in the country. Our goal destination, final move, still remains out 
west in Nevada. But if the good Lord does not see it fit, due to my health. Then we will move forward with our back up plans. Another home, but lots more land, further out in the country. 
This evening was just meant to be. Me and my honey having the most fun celebrating a SPOOKTACTULAR HALLOWEEN!