A Cucumber, for heaven's sake!
I know that you're wondering - what???
Let me go back to Thursday and Friday. I never did have any side effects from the Neulasta shot and just hung out at home on Friday and enjoyed the fact that I had no place to go. Terry had 2 appointments out in the Valley, so was gone all morning, but Lupe was here. {organizing and babysitting, if I needed it}.
By Saturday morning, I felt so GOOD! Just realizing that I was going to be able to go to the picnic was so great! And I was feeling NORMAL, not a "new normal", but the old normal! Blair was spending the weekend with us while Justus was at a bachelor weekend in Las Vegas. We all knew that we needed to leave the house by 12:00 to get out to Hesperia by 2:00. Somehow we always sabotage ourselves and get involved doing other things, then start to pull it together too late to leave the house on time. For some reason we NEED to add ANXIETY to the mix. As I have said before, the Schrons are not fun to travel with especially when we are running late and don't know for sure where we're going. We did arrive about 1/2 hour late, but fortunately they had given us a bogus time{my assumption} to allow for our late arrival. By the time we arrived, we had 'enjoyed' each other's company so much that Terry kicked us out of the car so he could have some personal time before joining the party!
The picnic was fun and it was great to see our sons and their wives and all 5 grandsons. Water balloons were the hit of the day and the majority of attendees got soaked on a regular basis. It was at least 100 degrees {I can't find that thing on my keyboard}, and the wind was blowing like crazy. Humidity was low, unlike the Midwest, so when you broke a sweat, it dried almost instantly. The park had a water park, cows, horses, camels, gophers, snakes - though I didn't see any, thankfully, and lots of ants! It was a fun day and we were so glad that we were there to celebrate Zek's graduation and Luke's 16th birthday. All of our grandsons are involved in Boy Scouts and are leaving this week to go to camp with their dads. How cool!
Okay, so back to the cucumber . . . . we were talking about the fact that I could not remember the name of a cucumber on one of my chemo days. Terry had cut one up and put it on my plate for lunch and I just drew a blank as to what it was called. I asked him to give me a clue and he said "Q" (or at least that's what my brain saw) and I still couldn't figure it out! Then he told me the name, and a few minutes later, I had forgotten again!!!!! Terry loves to share that kind of information with people, so our son Britt knew about it, told his wife, Lisa, who reassured me that there is something called "chemo brain", {which, I think, is a scientific name for a glorified senior moment after one has experienced chemo!} I guess that you have to live at our house to appreciate our sometimes dippy sense of humor, but I truly think that we have laughed more since this whole thing started than we had laughed for a long time.
IT WAS A GOOD DAY!
Hi,
ReplyDeleteI see you were up late again when you posted this :-)
I'm so glad you all had a good time and we were thrilled that everyone could make it!!