There's going to be a bump in the road....

I went to the boy scout court of honor last night with Brant. I had a great time. With adults, it was like I was at the meeting last week--we just picked up where we left off. With the kids I had to ask their names. They came up to me and said "Hi Mrs. Maynard. Remember me?" Weeellll, maybe.... Seems like they should stay short and scrawny til I give permission for them to grow.

When Brant dropped me off he had this to say which put things into perspective for me. He had been reading the blog and all the good news and had the thought "It really doesn't happen this way, just sailing on up. There's going to be a bump in the road."

So here we are at the bump in the road. The new drug arrived via FedEx today. Revlimid. Walt received his call from the transplant coordinator arranging the donation for next Tuesday. I don't know if I get the boost Tuesday or if they will freeze it until some designated time. A designated time would be after so many weeks of Revlimid, or when counts equal something or a bone marrow biopsy shows something.

I'm having fun living in my house. There are still bags and boxes of unidentified stuff around here and I've dug through one or two. Lots of laundry but I decided 2 loads a day is plenty. Yesterday I found my treasured recipes. The ones torn out of magazines and written on scraps of paper by friends. There have been lots of searches for them. "They are in sheet protectors in a file folder and they were laying on the island in the kitchen" I told everyone. The unsuccessful searchers insisted that nothing was thrown away! So yesterday I picked up a random pile of folders in the basement (where my business was) and there was the recipe folder, where all folders belong. Now if I can just translate that logic to a quilt top and the sewing machine....

There are clothes in my closet that I don't recognize. This is either a testament to chemo brain or my lack of interest in fashion. The clothes I have seem to be 80% brown. Brown is a fine color on me, and perhaps a good base color to build around, but 80% seems like overkill in a wardrobe.

I went to the grocery store by myself for the first time this afternoon. I found everything I wanted which would be counted a successful trip. But it was more tiring than I expected.

Tonight, Chinese in front of the television with Peggy.

~Cathi