Surviving Step by Step: Waiting for the Good News

Halloween costumes are always a work of art when you make them. We usually do and have a lot of fun in the process. But if my son waits to long to decide, we may end up buying one. I haven't looked at the store ones yet. This will be the big weekend to get it done. Right now, there are no major commitments any of us have that would prevent us from completing the task. I love looking at all the costumes as we do our Trick or Treating. We always get so much candy that some is sent with the dad to his work. I also have the children brush their teeth more during this time. My favorite candy to look for is Heath bars. So yummy!

      In one week, I will have my PET scan. I've been thinking about this for weeks.  In the morning, I will call to confirm my appointment and go over instructions for the day of the Big test. Even though the procedure doesn't hurt, my nerves are right up there. I plan to take myself. I should be able to drive home afterwards. It is just a scary time and we're hoping for good results. Peace of mind. I feel that all will turn out great. No matter what, the results will be posted. My next doctors appointment is November 11th. I guess that is when we all will find out. My husband will come then. That date is also the day I found my lump. Can hardly believe it has been a whole year since all this craziness started. I  still have three months left of my Herceptin treatment. Just part of the weekly routine. 

   Job search is slow.  Applied to a few more and checking up on ones put in a few weeks ago. The economy is slow and this makes it more difficult. I still hope there is something out there for me. I keep a log sheet of dates and places that have been researched for possible employment. As long as I keep trying, that will keep me positive. Every time something gets done, I think of it as helping out my blood pressure and sleep time. Both of which is important in my ongoing treatment. I did have a pity party a week ago and afterwards felt bad. I blew off everything that day(sunday morning), felt guilty and cried while ironing. By the evening after talking with my husband and sister :), I felt much better and slept good. It was a hard day. Funny thing though, my blood pressure was good that wednesday at treatment.

   My Faith will keep me strong and my Family will make me smile. Life is good.