Immunotherapy was rough yesterday. I felt nauseous during it and wiped out for the rest of the day. It was supposed to be the Big Scary appointment (in my mind) where they told me the status of my cancer. There was a mix up with the nurses not being there yet, plus my doctor wasn't there so I met with a nurse practitioner before they accessed my port so I never did hear how things are going with my blood. I assume they'll email me the results.
Olivia and I had this conversation about something else entirely, but it still applies over and over for as long as I live.
I mostly slouched in my chair + I took a small nap. I talked to Olivia and Braeden on the phone so that was happy. I got to see the Young Prince over FaceTime and he is a delight. At one point, I thought I was in our light-filled little apartment in New Haven, Connecticut because he reminded me so much of Braeden at that age. (The light was supplied by both the sun through the big windows and Braeden's smile.)
Today I am heading to Heber for the leadership retreat. Last year I froze in my t-shirt and sandals in the enthusiastically air conditioned conference room of the hotel. I ended up buying a fashionable Heber Valley sweatshirt at Walmart. It had either an elk or moose on it. I can tell the difference, I just can't remember.
This year, I am prepared, wearing socks and shoes and taking a jacket. Maybe I will dig out the sweatshirt and take it too for old time's sake.
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