Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Baxter! (A.K.A. Bitey McBiterson)
Baxter Pugsley Elkins came home Sunday and has been chewing on hands and shoelaces ever since. I have been frantically googling "puppy biting" for tips on how to curtail this annoying habit; I had forgotten how bitey puppies are.He is very cute, though. He is a "stone fawn" pug (less desirable coloring, having black hairs mixed in with the tan and a dark saddle on his back, but the AKC can sit and spin). There were three puppies left from the litter when we got there to choose: two boys and a girl. I had read that boy pugs are a bit more affectionate than the females and of the two boys, Baxter was the most interested in hanging out with us while the other two puppies careened around the room. Their dad, Buddy, was very happy to crawl into my lap and demand ear scratches. He was very friendly and, uh, substantial.
Baxter does not yet enjoy going outside, nor has he quite figured out what it is for. Brian made excellent progress with him on Tuesday, but I think the training is going to be disrupted by our work schedules. Right now Baxter is at home in the upstairs bathroom, where he can be contained. The shower curtains are tucked into the tub and the floor is covered with "wee pads." We put his woolly bed up there, too, along with some food and water.If he gets out, he'll have access to the contents of the master bedroom, which could bode ill for shoes and clothing.
The goal is to crate train Baxter so that he won't freak out if he needs to be transported, and also so that his location can be controlled at night and we'll know where he is. So far he hasn't liked it much and spends a lot of time crying at night. Brian has been turning the white noise wave sounds on his clock radio on at night. I can still hear Baxter carrying on which makes me feel a mix of guilt/annoyance/panic/why did we get a puppy/guilt for doubting this was the best decision ever. He's so cute, though. They don't stay puppies forever; if Buddy is any indication, Baxter will make a great companion dog.
Friday, December 15, 2006
The Joys of Home Ownership
Brian and I are now the proud owners of a three-bedroom condo practically across the street from where we live now. We have already:
I am thrilled to have a home that is not a rental property. I am very happy that we can paint and replace carpet and fixtures. I'm very psyched about the prospect of crown molding, and am hoping that it's not too difficult to install. A year ago I honestly did not think that signing a thirty-year mortgage and moving into a two-story home with a basement would ever be within my reach.
I have never been more happy to be wrong.
- Removed the crappy spindles on the half-wall between the dining area and the kitchen.
- Removed wallpaper and put a first coat of paint on the walls in the master bedroom, engendering some achy backs and knees; I am never doing edging along the floor again.
- Gotten the Christmas tree over to the new condo. I feel like putting it up will be an important milestone.
- Had the carpets and ducts cleaned.
- Ordered new carpeting (berber) for the master bedroom to replace the existing crappy worn stuff.
- Recruited some people to help us move on the 26th (although anyone else is welcome to come).
- Acquired puppy gates (YES!).
- Picked out paint color which will go up when the rest of the crappy wallpaper comes down. There's some serious ugly on the walls right now--pics are coming soon.
- Anticipated conflict with the one neighbor who deems the area outside our new dining room as his/her garden--just wait until we inform them we would like to build a deck there.
I am thrilled to have a home that is not a rental property. I am very happy that we can paint and replace carpet and fixtures. I'm very psyched about the prospect of crown molding, and am hoping that it's not too difficult to install. A year ago I honestly did not think that signing a thirty-year mortgage and moving into a two-story home with a basement would ever be within my reach.
I have never been more happy to be wrong.
Labels: Brian, carpet, Christmas, Christmas tree, condominium, mortgage, neighbor, paint, pug, wallpaper
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
The Best Toystore in the World and Why I Didn't Need Shrinkydinks After All
(Skip the vacation filler and proceed directly to the payoff.)
I opted, instead, to purchase a paint 'n' peel window decal kit, which consists of two black tubes of outline paint, and an assortment of translucent fill-in colors. The kit allows you to make your own "stained glass" style window decorations, which can be reused, as long as you store them on plastic sheets or keep them from accidentally folding up as they are impossible to unfold. (Alas, my poor butterfly decal decided to curl up and return to beeing a cocoon.)
The Toy Box is the best toy store I've ever been to. Each year on my vacation to Martha's Vineyard with my friend and college roommate Sarah and her roommate (and also my friend) Danielle, we make a point of stoping at this store to see what they have and possibly buy cool stuff. Last year I got a pirate hat and some hair beads. Sadly, I can't currently use the hair beads, but the pirate hat is good for any occasion, ARRRRR!
Around every corner there are neat and creative things. The rooms are irregularly shaped, the store is lacking in aisles, the passageways are cramped and overflowing, but everywhere there is something just begging to be picked up and tried out. Many of the doodads for sale have open samples that can be whirled, squeezed, prodded, flung, and generally examined. This store sells Breyer Horses, which is my personal litmus test for what makes a "good" toy store. It also has a fantastic costume collection, which makes me sad that I'm too big to fit the ballerina outfits and that it is no longer socially acceptable for me to go trick-or-treating.
There are all manner of games, including really cool ones that are unavailable at most chain toy stores. The stuffed animal selection was small, but mighty. There was this really great collection of woodland creatures that came in varying sizes and had plush stumps you could purchase to store your happy animals in. There were three different sizes of stumps and a beaver home, for each different size of stuffed animal--including a tiny stump with one hole and a carrying strap so you can carry around your favorite teeny critter. There was a three-hole stump so that three of your buddies could be carried at once together. The larger, vertical stumps did not have carrying straps that I could see, but for all I know they had backpack straps, or something. Too cute.
Anyway, just around the corner from those (and the wee hand-knitted finger puppets) were the craft supplies. I decided we needed to invest in some sort of craft to do, and was sorely tempted by the shrinkydink book. It had pages of blank shrinkydink medium so that you could trace patterns or design your own. Sadly, it did not come with suitable colored pencils or markers, and I didn't really want to buy colored pencils when I've got several hundred colored pencils at home.
Then I spotted the window peel-and-stick decal book, which fascinated me. I opted for a replacement kit, which included instructions, and the three of us proceeded to make colorful stained-glasslike window decals including a couple of snakes (inspired by the rollicking, if not exactly good, Snakes on a Plane), a bunch of grapes, a mermaid, and more.
I also had fun on my vacation going to the beach, visiting stores, going to Chicama Vineyards for a tour, eating mondo sandwiches from Humphreys, and generally tooling around the island in Sarah's very intrepid Hyundai. I got very sunburned at Longpoint beach despite repeated applications of sunscreen and learned that any number of my medications make me more susceptible to sunburn and that I probably should have kept my legs covered. I'm still itchy.
When I got home from the airport, Brian had a stuffed pug waiting for me in the car, and anniversary balloons and a card in celebration of our six-month anniversary. In a way I can't believe it's been that long, although in some ways it seems like so much has happened in the past year that we've packed several years in the space of one.
(The Payoff.)
I had an appointment with Dr. Hayes the Tuesday after I got back . These appointments have been very early, but I opt not to go to work on those days since I generally feel wiped out by the infusion (and probably also by getting up so damn early). Lita gave me the results of the CT and Bone scans, which Dr. Hayes reiterated when he came into the room. Both showed no new metastatic lesions, woohoo! The bone scan showed that there were improvements to the lower spine, a rear portion of one of the lower ribs (it did not say whether it was right or left), and the illiac joint, presumably in my right hip which was where the trouble all began. The CT scan showed that the lungs are improving and that the tumors in my liver (which, oddly, has continued to function normally this whole time) have shrunk to half the size. I was never told that the largest of the tumors had reached seven centimeters; Lita and Dr. Hayes only reassured me that the liver was functioning completely normally. Now that the largest of the tumors is down to three centimeters, I guess it's ok to let me know.
Brian knew about the alarming tumor size, but concealed it from me as well. This may explain some of his panic at my condition. I'm not sure how I feel about having medical things purposefully concealed from me, but I guess dwelling on the tumor sizes in an organ that's doing otherwise just fine is somewhat worrying about nothing. Livers are weird and very resilient, luckily for me.
Dr. Hayes then mentioned that if things continue to go the way they are going, I might want to consider taking a break from the chemotherapy. He said that some people who are doing relatively well and tolerating the treatments choose to stay on it. Those who choose to take a break from the chemo may have a reoccurrence of tumor activity, but when they start up the therapy again, this usually clears up quickly. Statistically there is no difference in the overall prognosis of both groups. For those few people who do not respond well when going back onto the chemotherapy, it's usually because they were starting to get worse before going on the break. Naturally Dr. Hayes does what he can to avoid this. In any case, I potentially have the choice before me and I'm not sure what to do.
Taking a "break" is frightening. I'm terrified more than anything else of getting brain mets, and what's to stop it from happening if I'm not being treated? Also, the last time I was on a break--granted, it was a year and a half long and I wasn't being closely monitored during that time--things went very badly for me and I ended up in a hospital bed with a badly fractured pelvis and one of the worst cases of gastritis Lita says she has ever seen.
On the other hand, I am sick and tired of feeling sick and tired. It often occurs to me that I will get to think about cancer every day for the rest of my life, which is not a happy thought. Maybe it would be nice to skip the infusions for now and just keep up with regular blood tests. Maybe I would feel less tired. Maybe the hot flashes would subside. Maybe I can spend some time growing my hair. (There seem to be a higher proportion of little stubbly greys on my head than there have ever been before, particularly on the left side, for some reason...I used to have only one or two. I don't know if growing my hair will actually make me happy; it might just make me feel old.)
Anyway, the next day I looked at the printed reports which included not only what Lita and Dr. Hayes had already gone through, but also had the latest blood test results. These include all kinds of baffling numbers about my blood chemistry, but also indicate the results of two specific tests of tumor markers in my blood. I don't have the actual reports in front of me, but when I saw the numbers and compared them to my last cumulative report, I had to rub my eyes and wonder if the decimal point was in the wrong place. On one of the tests I have gone from a high of 255 (in May, I think) to roughly around 150 for the previous test, and then the latest test shows the number 16.5. Normal is either 3 for non-smokers, or 5 for smokers.
I am amazed. I seem to be doing unbelievably well. My tumor counts are down, and my actual tumors are shrinking.
I didn't need to buy shrinkydinks after all because I'm carrying some around with me everywhere I go, albeit icky ones that nobody really wants to look at.
I opted, instead, to purchase a paint 'n' peel window decal kit, which consists of two black tubes of outline paint, and an assortment of translucent fill-in colors. The kit allows you to make your own "stained glass" style window decorations, which can be reused, as long as you store them on plastic sheets or keep them from accidentally folding up as they are impossible to unfold. (Alas, my poor butterfly decal decided to curl up and return to beeing a cocoon.)
The Toy Box is the best toy store I've ever been to. Each year on my vacation to Martha's Vineyard with my friend and college roommate Sarah and her roommate (and also my friend) Danielle, we make a point of stoping at this store to see what they have and possibly buy cool stuff. Last year I got a pirate hat and some hair beads. Sadly, I can't currently use the hair beads, but the pirate hat is good for any occasion, ARRRRR!
Around every corner there are neat and creative things. The rooms are irregularly shaped, the store is lacking in aisles, the passageways are cramped and overflowing, but everywhere there is something just begging to be picked up and tried out. Many of the doodads for sale have open samples that can be whirled, squeezed, prodded, flung, and generally examined. This store sells Breyer Horses, which is my personal litmus test for what makes a "good" toy store. It also has a fantastic costume collection, which makes me sad that I'm too big to fit the ballerina outfits and that it is no longer socially acceptable for me to go trick-or-treating.
There are all manner of games, including really cool ones that are unavailable at most chain toy stores. The stuffed animal selection was small, but mighty. There was this really great collection of woodland creatures that came in varying sizes and had plush stumps you could purchase to store your happy animals in. There were three different sizes of stumps and a beaver home, for each different size of stuffed animal--including a tiny stump with one hole and a carrying strap so you can carry around your favorite teeny critter. There was a three-hole stump so that three of your buddies could be carried at once together. The larger, vertical stumps did not have carrying straps that I could see, but for all I know they had backpack straps, or something. Too cute.
Anyway, just around the corner from those (and the wee hand-knitted finger puppets) were the craft supplies. I decided we needed to invest in some sort of craft to do, and was sorely tempted by the shrinkydink book. It had pages of blank shrinkydink medium so that you could trace patterns or design your own. Sadly, it did not come with suitable colored pencils or markers, and I didn't really want to buy colored pencils when I've got several hundred colored pencils at home.
Then I spotted the window peel-and-stick decal book, which fascinated me. I opted for a replacement kit, which included instructions, and the three of us proceeded to make colorful stained-glasslike window decals including a couple of snakes (inspired by the rollicking, if not exactly good, Snakes on a Plane), a bunch of grapes, a mermaid, and more.
I also had fun on my vacation going to the beach, visiting stores, going to Chicama Vineyards for a tour, eating mondo sandwiches from Humphreys, and generally tooling around the island in Sarah's very intrepid Hyundai. I got very sunburned at Longpoint beach despite repeated applications of sunscreen and learned that any number of my medications make me more susceptible to sunburn and that I probably should have kept my legs covered. I'm still itchy.
When I got home from the airport, Brian had a stuffed pug waiting for me in the car, and anniversary balloons and a card in celebration of our six-month anniversary. In a way I can't believe it's been that long, although in some ways it seems like so much has happened in the past year that we've packed several years in the space of one.
(The Payoff.)
I had an appointment with Dr. Hayes the Tuesday after I got back . These appointments have been very early, but I opt not to go to work on those days since I generally feel wiped out by the infusion (and probably also by getting up so damn early). Lita gave me the results of the CT and Bone scans, which Dr. Hayes reiterated when he came into the room. Both showed no new metastatic lesions, woohoo! The bone scan showed that there were improvements to the lower spine, a rear portion of one of the lower ribs (it did not say whether it was right or left), and the illiac joint, presumably in my right hip which was where the trouble all began. The CT scan showed that the lungs are improving and that the tumors in my liver (which, oddly, has continued to function normally this whole time) have shrunk to half the size. I was never told that the largest of the tumors had reached seven centimeters; Lita and Dr. Hayes only reassured me that the liver was functioning completely normally. Now that the largest of the tumors is down to three centimeters, I guess it's ok to let me know.
Brian knew about the alarming tumor size, but concealed it from me as well. This may explain some of his panic at my condition. I'm not sure how I feel about having medical things purposefully concealed from me, but I guess dwelling on the tumor sizes in an organ that's doing otherwise just fine is somewhat worrying about nothing. Livers are weird and very resilient, luckily for me.
Dr. Hayes then mentioned that if things continue to go the way they are going, I might want to consider taking a break from the chemotherapy. He said that some people who are doing relatively well and tolerating the treatments choose to stay on it. Those who choose to take a break from the chemo may have a reoccurrence of tumor activity, but when they start up the therapy again, this usually clears up quickly. Statistically there is no difference in the overall prognosis of both groups. For those few people who do not respond well when going back onto the chemotherapy, it's usually because they were starting to get worse before going on the break. Naturally Dr. Hayes does what he can to avoid this. In any case, I potentially have the choice before me and I'm not sure what to do.
Taking a "break" is frightening. I'm terrified more than anything else of getting brain mets, and what's to stop it from happening if I'm not being treated? Also, the last time I was on a break--granted, it was a year and a half long and I wasn't being closely monitored during that time--things went very badly for me and I ended up in a hospital bed with a badly fractured pelvis and one of the worst cases of gastritis Lita says she has ever seen.
On the other hand, I am sick and tired of feeling sick and tired. It often occurs to me that I will get to think about cancer every day for the rest of my life, which is not a happy thought. Maybe it would be nice to skip the infusions for now and just keep up with regular blood tests. Maybe I would feel less tired. Maybe the hot flashes would subside. Maybe I can spend some time growing my hair. (There seem to be a higher proportion of little stubbly greys on my head than there have ever been before, particularly on the left side, for some reason...I used to have only one or two. I don't know if growing my hair will actually make me happy; it might just make me feel old.)
Anyway, the next day I looked at the printed reports which included not only what Lita and Dr. Hayes had already gone through, but also had the latest blood test results. These include all kinds of baffling numbers about my blood chemistry, but also indicate the results of two specific tests of tumor markers in my blood. I don't have the actual reports in front of me, but when I saw the numbers and compared them to my last cumulative report, I had to rub my eyes and wonder if the decimal point was in the wrong place. On one of the tests I have gone from a high of 255 (in May, I think) to roughly around 150 for the previous test, and then the latest test shows the number 16.5. Normal is either 3 for non-smokers, or 5 for smokers.
I am amazed. I seem to be doing unbelievably well. My tumor counts are down, and my actual tumors are shrinking.
I didn't need to buy shrinkydinks after all because I'm carrying some around with me everywhere I go, albeit icky ones that nobody really wants to look at.
Labels: bone scan, Brian, chemo, CT scan, Dr. Hayes, hair, hip, hot flash, Lita, liver, lungs, Martha's Vineyard, pug, tired, toys, vacation
