Well, after getting lost in the new addition at my oncologist office, I was very happy to find that the new office is now air conditioned, and has seating that is actually comfy. It was the first day the new wing was open, so it was very funny to watch the nurses and secretaries get just as confused as the rest of us. I think they needed a line of M&Ms to lead us all to our intended destinations; eating chocolate on the way to doctors' appointments really would motive everyone to visit the hospital more often. My husband suggested that a Roomba could help with the profession of dispersing M&Ms as a successful bribery.
Anyway, after getting lost for awhile, I was able to meet with my oncologist and am happy to report that my tumor (also know as the rebel James Dean) has still shown no signs of popping up again. The best part about this meeting is finding out that what is left of my left lobe has actually started to create some new blood vessels that are not related to the location of the tumor. This implies (but does not guarantee), that the parts of my left lobe that were mushed like putty might be trying to make a comeback. I might just have to give up the idea of transplanting someone else's left lobe into mine. I was really thinking that it could be nice to have some celebrities donate some neurological tissue to me. My top picks are presidential candidates, you know that have nothing to lose (pun intended ;).
Roombas might also be very handy as an alternative for a wheelchair.
Next thing to update everyone on is our epic quest to adopt. Both my husband and I were getting very annoyed with CPS and their inability to return any of our calls. So after three months of unreturned calls and messages, I made a stop into their office. Acting as an irate customer, I was able to finally speak with one of the agents and discover that even though we had completed all training and paperwork, it would be at least two to three years before they could do anything. This information made it very clear why they were avoiding our attempts to contact them. We tried Lutheran Social Services next (they were recommended to us by CPS), and discovered that LSS out in Montana was not going to even take any paperwork for another year. Apparently you can only adopt every other leap year. If anyone out there has any ideas we'll be glad to hear them!
The one positive thing about not having a kid in the house this summer is that some of the money we were saving for the kid we can use towards the house. Our house sits on two lots, and as a result, we have A LOT of lawn to cover. A sprinkler system might just become our new pseudo child.
Today was a good day. After a period of chaos, (involving black ice, a totaled Kia, ER visit, insurance constipation - yes that is spelled correctly,) I am happy to report after an appointment with my oncologist today that my brain tumor buddy is still incognito! Having really boring MRI reports turned out again to be a nice thing. My next affair with the MRI machine will not be until mid-June. Dr. Wagner decided that since my tumor is still a bit of an oddball, he does not yet recommend that I reduce my MRIs to every six months quite yet. If my June trip to visit with the MRI machine does turn out well, then that might change to every six months instead. This really is a long divorce process.
Since signs of re-occurrence with the tumor are not happening, my husband and I have made the final steps towards becoming foster parents with the intention to adopt. We took eighteen hours of classes (with a 1:1 ratio of creepy to non-creepy people) to receive our license, and are now only waiting on home inspection. The largest lesson we have learned from this thus far is that no matter what you are told on possible times for becoming future foster/adoptive parents, that they are always wrong on the date by at least six months. Our current goal is to become Dr. Who (don't think Dr. Seuss) so we can have a kid or two in the house by the end of the year.
Well, that's it. I am off to drink some delicious Dr. Pepper to celebrate my sweet "sixteenth" MRI. As long as my number of MRIs stays less than my age, I'll be happy!
