Running around getting packed, watering the plants, sending emails and hoping I've taken care of everything that really needs to be done.
Meanwhile, Ben came home from school sick; he's been nursing a cold for several days, and even though he still doesn't have a fever, he was pretty miserable. Still, better than his best friend who had whooping cough (and maybe strep).
And, meanwhile, they're predicting 6 to 12 inches of snow overnight and tomorrow. And frigid temperatures (not as bad as Thursday and Friday when it may not get above zero). Great day to fly to Houston. Even better day to drive to Golden for a 7 am breakfast meeting! I am glad, though, that I got the studded snow tires put on 10 days ago after I slipped down the hill here on the sheet of ice!
I washed the writing off my arm. Too bad. It was cheering. But I'm not sure the docs would have understood. All my appointments are scheduled for Thursday -- starting at 6:15 am, and going through 4 pm. So even if my MRI is 2 and 1/2 hours late (like it was last time), Bill and I should still be able to make our 7 pm reservation at The Reef, which is a seafood place that Bon Appetit rated #1 in the country last year.
The one appointment they haven't made yet is for the new plastic surgeon. It totally freaks me out. Satcher's team doesn't seem to understand that the reconstruction is as important to me as the cancer removal, in terms of quality of life. Frustrating. But as many of you have said in the last week, MD Anderson's reputation must exist b/c they really are good treating cancer. Certainly it ain't b/c they're good w/ logistics or patient accommodations or those aspects of medical care.
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