Monday, January 12 - Tuesday, January 13: Waiting

The waiting is the hardest part. Waiting for test results is always excruciating (so excruciating that I've stopped looking at them) but the waiting I'm doing now, for my new treatment to start, is also difficult. I want the new meds IN MY SYSTEM, doing their powerful work. This is known to be a powerful combo, and I just need it to get going.

But, good news, on Monday, on my way to a lunch meeting, the gyn-onc nurse called me and said I can start the fulvestrant injections on Wednesday while we wait for insurance approval for the ribociclib. That's great. Glad I can get started with this part. 

Tuesday just felt like more waiting. I told Andrew I felt like my eighteen-wheeler was incrementally making its corner turn and he looked at me like I was crazy--he does not really keep up with the daily brilliance of my blog. "I'M the eighteen-wheeler," I said, trying to clarify. 

The demo continues. Dust is absolutely everywhere. The cleaners came Tuesday morning (to clean just the upstairs) and there was a thin layer of dust over everything as soon as they left. Every surface is gritty. I'll be calling our house The Dust House for the forseeable future. The fence guys are also here this week, installing the fence that collapsed along with the retaining wall. There are just way too many people in and around our house. I forgot this part of what it's like to renovate--having people in the house constantly. Tuesday was the contruction team, the fence guys, and the cleaners.