Three Things

I know you all have been checking this blog for updates every, single day, and I apologize for keeping you waiting. Truth is, we do have news to report, and I haven't reported it. I'm still getting used to this blog thing: do you really care about the details of our life? Is work/home life/network TV that boring? All that is to say, thanks for caring and keeping up. It makes me feel loved.

In news:

1) I returned to work today. It was nice. I like my job. I'm even excited about a few cases. The cases I'm not excited about unfortunately were not miraculously resolved while I was gone, despite my best efforts in dumping them on my co-workers (KFM, I'm looking at you), but that's okay. My right arm is still not up to task but returning to work is, I feel, necessary to hasten my recovery and move into our new normal. Not the cheese-and-pork-eating, easy-livin' normal of those pre-cancer days, but something we can live with and even enjoy. The key is to avoid the "cancer-cancer-cancer-stroke-cancer" beat in my brain and to move on. It's about time.

2) Returning to work is even easier if you follow Day One with seven days off, which may be the case, since I'm loaded with four doc appts tomorrow and might have the heart procedure on Wednesday, followed by a two-day recovery. Unfortunately, there is a gap in opinion between the two cardiologists I've seen, one of whom does not think the catheter procedure would work for me. (He predicts a 50% failure rate for the procedure - yikes - whereas the other guy says 5%.) We're trying to ignore the naysayer and cross our fingers that the catheter procedure works (as the alternative is no fun), but we'd like a third opinion before proceeding. That's pending. So, we might and we might not. Tbd.

3) Sean and I have decided that enough is enough: heart-fixin' and chemo is a heavy load for my near future, and we're not going to throw baby-makin' issues into that mix. So, we're foregoing IVF and simply not going to worry about it. Apparently chemo is not really the deciding factor, but rather waiting out the five years of hormone pills, which will make me [gasp!] 35 before we should be home-free. However, as we all know, 40 is the new 30 so whatever. And by that point we'll probably be so used to enjoying the vast riches we've saved by not having children that we might even forgo it. Or buy a baby. Who knows? The possibilities are endless! We are Americans, after all.

That's all for now.

Much love.