Before the holidays, I got the news that my friend Linda passed to the great fairy dance in the heavens. She was one of my early LFS friends, she often cheered me up with unexpected gifts and words of...
Before the holidays, I got the news that my friend Linda passed to the great fairy dance in the heavens. She was one of my early LFS friends, she often cheered me up with unexpected gifts and words of wisdom. Many times they were not words I wanted to hear, but needed to. And that's why we were friends. At about this point in my very first try with chemo, we did Jen's Island tour in a day, modified for her likes. She mentioned my cough was so much better and she was hopeful for me. In 2018, I got to sit and chat with her in her gorgeous home and she confided she didn't have long. It was my turn to tell her something she didn't want to hear, I could tell she felt awful- but she had more time than she thought. She was too damn stubborn to go yet. And she was. I have a message from her that sits in my voicemail a couple weeks before she died. I wanted to call her back but didn't want to say goodbye. I was in the middle of shit and couldn't feign positive and I knew she needed every glimmer of hope then. Due to my schedule and condition, it's not safe for me to fly, I knew there would be no way to attend her celebration of life.
A week ago, we got the news that one of Phil's Academy classmates and fellow pilot suddenly passed away. I only knew Fangs from reputation and stories, knew he was very highly regarded in our community and that he left behind a wife and 2 children. I did not have the honor of getting to know them, but know many of my very respected friends are friends in common. My heart broke. He didn't choose to go. For his family and friends, that will forever be a moment that life changed. His death weighs heavily on Phil, because he has my gollum of a meme in his face daily reminding him how soon that moment could be his.
He was distracted. Sad. I knew he needed to go to Fangs' memorial. He didn't want to leave me. Life Triage. In true Mallory luck, Phil would leave the day before my SIL did. I'd go from reinforcements to my first solo on the new chemo routine, which none of us has down and skip a pleural draining. The memorial was in Colorado Springs, another reason to go. Then I told him he needed to go. For him, for his friend, to be with his friends during this time, to get away from this and to hug Kiera, for me.
Before Theresa got here- I started testing my boundaries without oxygen. One day I texted Phil that I excitedly made it UP the stairs, slowly and with 3 breaths per stair but made it without desatting. I spend a little time outside for sun and do a few laps in the back yard. My pleural fluid is decreasing and McBreathey gave us the ok to drain every 3 days instead of every other. There is a lot less fluid and it's a more normalish pee yellow than the scary amber. My belly still swells creating some discomfort, but if I can keep the whole system doing ok, we are making progress. My goal at the end of this week is to take Dobby for a walk to the corner and attend one of my favorite lil friend's birthday party.
The day before my last chemo, I knew I was going to be feeling about as good as it would get for at least a week. I asked Theresa if she'd be down for grabbing a fancy coffee at Ko'olina and letting me do a light shopping mission for my nephews. She was showered and back downstairs in a flash. Faster than I could get up and down the stairs. As we backed out of the garage, she mentioned the van was not handling right and in true pilot fashion- insisted on a walk around that revealed a flat tire. Oh Life. These times I try to think of karma and balance and just hope that since I had reinforcements and help, in the grand scheme- we were saving universal murphian energy from plaguing at least another poor soul. Maybe in that moment something was going right in a hard time for someone. I also thank these moments when they fall towards, us. We have experienced many of both.
Theresa and Phillip replaced the tire with the spare, also flat, fortunately AAA was happy to help. I went and slept the rest of the day while my blessings were fixing the tire so we could get up at the crack of dawn to rinse and repeat. Last week I was surprised by getting just about all the meds. I thought that would be the following week. The protocol screenshot in my phone, includes weeks not dates - that's the first problem there. So I expected just the chemo and new Avastin for this following trip and luckily still had Theresa there. I got the bonus of of 2 bags of packed red cells since all my counts were low. This leaves me vulnerable to infection(no flying petri dish tin cans for me- god forbid partaking in a little Corona-V with a side of Lyme). I had forgotton how long transfusions take. I am supremely grateful to all who have good blood and take the time to donate- it makes days like that infinitely easier when there is blood available. Murphy. Karma. Universe. Nod.
This week is an "off week". No chemo. Just my ECHO to check on my heart. It's working, a little overtime. My heart rate is climbing and I needed an iv contrast to help them get better images. Phil got in at 11pm last night and we drove quietly to Tripler at 6am. We were both dragging. He hasn't decompressed from his trip, I haven't recovered from my solo(3- flipping days- I remember when I could get an entire room redone in that time. ) I slept though most of the Echo. and apparently kept moving back and the darn pleural drain dressing is right over the sweet spot for a key image but she was great and gently got it.
Kiera texted yesterday that Kobe died. Then to find out it was a helicopter crash- there were multiple deaths, parents and children. Families whose entire universe crashed down in that moment. Of course most will mourn Kobe- he was very well known and loved. It is tragic. I mourn all, the children, the families, lost and left behind to make sense of life as it will continue to fly by them in the format of awards show, sports games, everything. It is easy to mourn when loss is always so fresh. It is cumulative. Each one harder than the next. Memorials help fill the cracks of our hearts. Surrounding us with those who have many cracks of their own.
For the record- I want no one to go to great expense or hardship. PERIOD. Perhaps favors will be all the feminine products and gumball machines of crazy meds I've acquired. Honor me through my family. Through acts of happiness and giving. Share love, hugs, stories and thoughts regularly. To my dedicated ones- text them as often as you text me. They won't always respond either, but it matters. Adopt A LFS Family, they always need help but won't ask. Make the world better. That's all. For now I'm thinking of snarky ways to torture those who do show up for a celebration of life(Trish- shall I pre-order tshirts now- I think it's a bit soon).....I have a fair amount of time to do this so it should be good. Mills- your services will be needed. Payment will be in shave ice and garlic shrimp and you will be first weapon of torture. DeAnn will rein it all in to keep it "respectable". The good thing about stopping and looking around are the moments that Don't pass me by.