Heigh Ho, Heigh Ho, ...

Today is the day that Deborah returned to work.  She’s been squirreled away in her office since early this morning going through email and making phone calls, et cetera.  I likely won’t see or hear from her until lunch, if then.  Of course she has to come out at some point to go have her weekly blood work draw performed.  Yet another joy of chemotherapy, but they do want to stay on top of monitoring her white cell count, hematocrit numbers, platelet counts, and so on and so forth.

It wasn’t a bad week for Deborah overall.  Monday was her second chemotherapy session, so we loaded up the cold caps and headed downtown to go through the 2 to 3 hours of that.  Of course the cold cap wearing continued for several hours after the infusions were done again this week.  Happily we didn’t have to stop for a change-out more than once on the way home.  The biggest traffic delay we hit was just getting out of the parking garage (I think they had a new person working the booth and they were having trouble figuring out how to deal with credit card payments – I paid cash to be safe).

It’s been rather pleasant weather for the rest of the week.  Deb and I have tried to make certain that we get outside and walk for a little while each day to keep her active.  We went to the Japanese Gardens over at the University of Washington Arboretum on Wednesday.  Deb had been wanting to go since we moved here 6-1/2 years ago, but we never actually made it until now.  It’s a nice little walk in beautiful surroundings and I know she found it relaxing.

We also got out last night and walked to Saltoro, which is a nice restaurant just under a mile from the house.  It’s the only decent restaurant that is within walking distance, so we tend to go there at least once a month or so, except that we had to drive there last month (Deb wasn’t yet up to the walk and it was also colder and windier then, which is not great for someone recovering from major surgery).

The only other thing of note this week was Deb’s visit to the physical therapist yesterday.  While she still has a way to go, I think she’s made a lot of good progress this week with her range of motion – I’ve been helping her with the stretches every day.  The therapist confirmed her pleasure with Deb’s progress so far and gave her a few more things to start on.  I know from personal experience that physical therapy is a long process, though, but Deb at least has made a good start.

But how will she be feeling after her first day back at work?  Only time will tell, though I expect that she’ll be fine.  I little worn out, perhaps, but I don’t think that would surprise anyone at this stage.