I'm Half Way There! Three down and hopefully only 3 more to go!

I had my 3rd treatment of my second round of chemo on Thursday, March 13th.  This second time around we are hoping that I only have to have 6 treatments of chemo to bring my numbers back into the normal range.  I usually have Chemo on Wednesdays, so I will be well enough to go to Sacrament Meeting on Sundays.  But this time, Amy and Steve were right in the middle of moving from Lehi, Utah to Pleasant Grove, Utah and I wanted to be as helpful as possible.  So we put off my chemo until Thursday - the day they actually moved.  Because I am given some anti-nausea medications and a steroid when I get chemo, I don't start feeling the affects of it for about 2 days.  So it fit in perfectly to be able to help with their move.  I feel so blessed that I was able to help out as much as I was.

I didn't start feeling really sick until Saturday and Sunday.  But boy when it hits, it really knocks me off my feet.  Those two days I'm in bed almost the whole time.  My body aches and I'm feeling pretty weak.  But the one good thing that helps me through all of this is that I know that this too shall pass and in a couple of days I will start feeling better and better.

On Thursday I got my CA-125 count this time and it was good news!  It had dropped to 316!  Six weeks ago it was at 444 and then 3 weeks later it had gone up to 501 and now finally it is starting to drop.  This is a sign that the chemo is definitely starting to kill the cancer cells.  Great news!

One day last week I was helping Amy when the grand kids and some neighbors wanted to go for a ride around the block in the back of "Papa's Truck".  I didn't see anything wrong with this, and thought it would keep them busy for a while.  We had almost completed out little drive, when I looked up and saw flashing lights following me.  Ugh!

That's when I realized I didn't even have my purse or driver's license!  I stopped the truck, got out and said to the police officer, "I'm just a grandma, helping my kids move, and giving my grand kids a little drive around the block as a diversion."  The cop was very nice and told the kids that they were hanging out over the edge too much.  I told them all to sit down and not get up.  (This is a picture of them once we were home).  We had always made sure the little ones were sitting down next to the cab.  The officer asked if they were all my grand kids and I said, "No, just 6 of them!"  As I drove away, it looked like he was taking my license plate number, probably checking to see if  I had possible kidnapped these kids!  He never asked me for my license or other papers!  Only in Utah!!  Here was another tender mercy for a grandma just trying to help her kids out!

P.S.  Miracle of miracles.....my hair is still here!  It's getting thinner as the time goes on, but I'm so glad that I didn't shave it off right at the beginning.