Happy Sunday, dear tribe!

I apologize for the late update. I escaped to Grand Junction this weekend with my sister-in-law and my Phews. Colorado has been hot and smoky, so we escaped to dear friends with a pool, a movie room, and what may be the world’s most powerful air conditioner.

Little did I know that while I was breaking out for the weekend, Cynde and Pops were planning their own jailbreak.

The weekend got off to a rather exciting start.

On Thursday morning I got a voicemail:

“Call us! We’ve had an exciting morning!”

I reminded them that details are important. Given the “excitement” we’ve had over the past month, I now end every conversation with, “May this appointment be really boring and uneventful.”

Excitement is a tad loaded for me. 😊

Thursday’s plan was simple. Cynde was scheduled to have a chemo port placed. It’s a fairly routine procedure that takes about an hour and makes future chemotherapy treatments much easier.

Except…

The night before, her TPN pump decided to go on strike. It stopped delivering the nutrition and hydration her body depends on. Since her nutrition is infused over an 18-hour period, missing eight hours is a pretty big deal. It throws everything off, including blood pressure and lab work.

Sure enough, when they arrived, Cynde’s blood pressure was too low to safely do the procedure.

Now what?

Chemo was scheduled for Friday, and without a port everyone assumed that plan was about to change.

While the doctors and nurses discussed their options, Pops asked a simple question.

“If she already has a central line, why can’t the chemo go through that?”

The room got quiet.

Great question, Pops.

After a few minutes of discussion, the team agreed. There really wasn’t a reason to place another line right now.

Victory!

One less procedure. One less opportunity for infection. And chemo could stay on schedule.

Cynde and Pops headed happily toward the parking lot.

They were halfway there when both of their phones started buzzing.

“Come back.”

“Your blood pressure is too low.”

“Please report to the emergency department.”

Fiddlesticks.

They dutifully headed to the ER and began the process of getting checked in.

Except…they really didn’t need another hospital admission.

What Cynde needed was a little nutrition, a working TPN pump, and some time for her body to catch up.

So they made an executive decision.

They broke out of the emergency room and went for an ice cream cone.

To be fair, “breaking out” was really more like:

“We don’t think we need to be here. We’re going to get an ice cream cone.”

Rebels.

The good news is that Friday’s chemo went much better than the first round, and for that we are incredibly grateful.

The chemo cocktail includes dexamethasone, a steroid that helps reduce nausea while providing a little extra energy and appetite. She may feel pretty good for a couple of days before the fatigue catches up.

But that’s tomorrow. Don’t borrow trouble from tomorrow.

Celebrate today.

If today is a day for an ice cream cone, eat the ice cream cone.

Tomorrow will take care of itself.

Today, we’re simply grateful.

Rebels.