Go 'Stros!

I've been conserving my energy since my long treatment on Monday so I can go to the Astros game tonight.  We're going to use the tickets David purchased at a silent auction to sit on row 20 behind home plate.  I thought that was worth some energy conservation!  In fact, my strength conditioning has fallen away so far that we borrowed a friend's wheel chair to push me from the parking lot into the stadium.  I do plan to make it through the whole game!

Actually, I'm feeling pretty good after Monday's treatment, better than I have in the past.  It's amazing what a blood transfusion and three days in the hospital will do for you.  I also started giving myself shots to help boost my white blood cell production.  I'm always amazed when I go in with a new side effect and they whip out the treatment.  I'm so thankful for those chemo patients who went before me all those years ago.  They were true experimental cases and I'm reaping the benefits years down the road.  Hopefully the energy level will hold after next week's long treatment and there won't be any more delays in the schedule.

Kevin is working at Firestone for the rest of the summer.  They offered him a job after he started at Home Depot.  The money and hours were better and he's getting to do something besides work a cash register.  He comes home pretty dirty and pretty tired most days.  Katie is counting down the days until she moves into her apartment in Houston on August 14th. Unfortunately, I won't be much help - again!  I guess that means the summer is really winding down.  The other clue is all those dratted school supplies in the stores!  I'll probably be 80 years old and still have that knee-jerk reaction when I see bins of pens, pencils, and spirals with the Back to School signs.

Thanks again for the extra prayer support last week.  I know it helped me pull through faster and in a decent frame of mind.  Again, we had excellent nursing care although I quickly figured out that being in the hospital without major pain medicine is much more boring!  The bed is also harder when you can really feel it. Thanks, also, for the cards that continue to come to the house.  I really appreciate everyone continuing to think about me.

Love, Rhonda