Bathtubs are for the Bomb!

Bathtubs are for the Bomb!

I realize this update is long overdue. For some reason I couldn’t bring myself to process the past couple weeks in a way that I could communicate it. Let’s just say that I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired. Since my secondary infection is resolved, I’ve had a much better week after chemo; back to the predictable Thursday/Friday being the weakest days.  I’ll tell you about last Thursday so you get a feel for the reason it took me so long to write:

One very bright spot is that my darling brother in law gave me the best Christmas gift EVER! I mean, if he were here right now I’d jump up and hug and kiss him until he ran away (he probably would run quickly). I love this gift because it is a big tin of Lush bath products. If you know me fairly well, you know that I’m a little addicted to that store. I LOVE all the fresh scents, bright colors, and innovative ideas. Plus, I have a bath bomb weakness. The way this relates to Thursday is that two days after the infusions (I really hate that word. It now makes my tummy queasy) my body is really metabolizing the chemo. I can smell the medicine coming out of my pores, and it’s quite disgusting. I don’t want anyone to come too near, because my mama always told me that my own nose is the first line of defense between my body odor and other people. Hence me constantly carrying around a little bottle of deodorant throughout my odiferous adolescence. But I digress. My Lush tin of goodies is my happy place. I didn’t know how much I love having a bathtub until I realized I can soak away the stench coming out of my body and enjoy the wonderful feel of moisturizing and colorful water swirling all around me.  It’s like that old commercial: “Calgon, take me away!” The hot water soaks away my aches, relieves the nausea (‘cause I can’t smell myself), and makes me feel like a mermaid. For an hour (yes!) or so, I am in a perfectly happy place with or without music and reading material. I am pretty certain that the River of Life will have a hot springs area, too. I don’t know how, but God can work it out. Anyway, after that, I’m pretty wiped, so I usually put on pajamas and try to stay awake for an hour before crashing for the next 10 hours. I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to eat. I don’t want to do anything but sleep it off.

Friday is similar, but I need a quiet project and some interaction. I know I draw energy from people, so I try to make myself engage. I always feel better for it—even if I don’t leave the house. By Saturday I’m feeling stronger, but I can tell that with each treatment my stamina is lessening. For example, Stuart has been walking Barnabas the dog and me around the block to make sure I get some exercise. This week, even though it’s my week of recovery, I haven’t felt up to the challenge. I have to be content with emptying the dishwasher and folding some clothes.

In other news, my surgery is set for the second week of March. I’ll have all of February to recover from the last chemo, and then the last leg of the journey begins! I’m so thankful to see an end in sight—even if it does require three more surgeries. Even saying that makes me want to both rise up in faith and shy away in fear of the unknown at the same time. More processing required.

Points of prayer:

Please pray that my surgeons get the insurance codes correct for my upcoming procedure. As of now, I only have approval to remove and reconstruct one breast. I am sure it’s just new procedural codes since my insurance changed on January first (great timing), but I’m having to be hyper-vigilant to make sure that everything is in order. It’s a burden I’d rather not bear right now.

Please pray that I stay healthy. It has been miraculous that I’ve not gotten ill this past five months. I need that to continue so that I’m strong enough to undergo the surgery in March.

And finally, please pray for my wonderful parents to have favor as they make the transition to retire here and be near their daughter so we can take care of each other when needed! This is an answer to prayer, and a joy to receive.

Thank you, dear ones, and know how thankful I am for you!

12 Replies to “Bathtubs are for the Bomb!”

  1. You’re on the home stretch and have done soooo well! I am so proud of you and proud to be your friend. Thankful to hear your parents are moving here, what a blessing for you all. And…… Maybe I’ll get to see your beautiful Mom once in a while

    1. Thanks for always being my cheerleader. I can’t wait to spend more time with you. And I can’t wait for you and mom to get together. That’s going to be trouble in the best way possible.

  2. Sending you some BIG love from Colorado! I must say, I hate the reason why we are getting updates on you but I am so enjoying hearing about your life. Speaking of life – that’s what I’m praying for you…His life to fill your spirit, soul, body, heart, mind and will. Every cell from head to toe – LIFE!!

    I love you Yolanda!

  3. your chemo treatments are almost done and behind you!you are a warrior conqueror and A survivor! After your surgeries are behind you we need to have another photoshoot The New You living your “New Normal”

  4. Glad you are on the last leg of this journey. I pray that your strength, strong faith and the ability to continue your long baths. Auntie Ollie

  5. Yolanda, you are in my prayers. I love that you can find solitude in the time you have soaking in the tub! Bathbombs are the bomb!! I pray that you can continue this therapy to sooth away the yuck!! Love you <3

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