Hate that. I woke up to B crying that Bunny had fallen on the floor and completely lost the details of the dream, which I just knew would have made for a phenomenal story if only I could have remembered it. Besides a few sketchy moments, all I can remember is the end of the dream, which simply morphed into an odd re-cap of the Friends Show Finale, as prompted no doubt by my watching Friends re-runs last night.
(In case you were wondering, my dream version of the Finale ended with Phoebe primping for Rachel's farewell in a bathroom with Ross and Joey. She then turns to Joey and asks him to help her stuff one of her black gloves with a giant foam finger (the kind you get at sporting events) before jabbing her own hand into it.
''I want to make sure that the last thing Rachel sees makes her smile,'' she explains before the whole group traipses outside to a time-travelling manhole and watches as Rachel travels backward 10 years to the wedding day that never happened and instead of seeking out Monica at Central Perk, she beelines it for an ill-fated Starbucks, forever erasing a decade of sitcom hilarity. Meanwhile, as everyone is waving goodbye and Rachel is disappearing into the ethers of the time continuum, Phoebe raises her hand and gives her the finger. Would have made for a much more dramatic ending to the show, no?)
Tangent aside, I also woke up to autumn in the air. A cool breeze wafted through the windows early this morning with the scent of falling leaves on it. Won't be long before the trees start to turn. Can't wait. Love the fall. Well, frankly, I love the beginning of every season, but especially the fall....
Cozy sweaters, crunchy leaves, crisp apples, tart cranberries, new leather boots, bright bonfires, copper and gold wherever you look, and celebrations galore! Love it.
This weekend was also cause for celebrating. On Friday, we discovered that B's CT scan came back clean, which was wonderful news! Looks like the chemo is working. You can only imagine the dancing all four of us did that night.On Sunday, we baptized Avie (she looked simply sweet in her little dress and was so good at the ceremony. Not a peep from her or little LG. The same could not be said for B and the twins, however. Those three were running all over the place, giggling like fiends.), so we had a little get-together with family back at our house. Not exactly the bbq weather we were hoping for, but still a great little party. And, of course, both Avie and B were spoiled. We finished the day with $65 in ice cream cakes, but totally worth it!
On Monday, we got the full report from the oncologist. As it turns out, the receptionist was not wrong--the CT scan did come back with no trace of any cancer. The doctor went on to explain that yes, the lesion on the lung had completely disappeared, but there was in fact no change in the kidney.
According to the CT scan folks, there is no tumour there. They feel that there never was any. They weren't convinced of it from the get-go and now after nearly two months of weekly chemo treatments and no change to the spot, they are even less convinced that it was ever cancerous. They believe it to be a part of the kidney that collects the urine.
They only treated it as a tumour in its infancy based on the Washington group's analysis. It was a better-safe-than-sorry scenario and now the CHEO radiologists are even more convinced they were right with their diagnosis in the first place. I hope they are right.
Of course, that means that the only way to truly tell if the spot is not cancerous is to perform a biopsy on it. Brooke will have to undergo another surgery, but the doctors won't do it until after her chemo treatment is completed. So, likely early January.
In the meantime, we'll wait for the Washington group's analysis of the CT scan. Hopefully, we'll know what they think soon. Still good news at the moment, so we'll take it.
As for B: She is doing well. Week 7 chemo came and went as usual. (Another double dose, but she tolerated it smashingly.) A small amount of water came back up after a hasty drink on Monday night, but that was it.Her blood count numbers are back up, so she is no longer neutropenic (sp?), which is great. She has lost considerable amounts of hair (a lot of it fell out in Week 6, not so much this week), so I will have to start getting her some warm hats soon. (If my kid weren't so damn cute, I'd compare her now wispy, fly-away hair to Gollum's from The Lord of the Rings. I won't, of course, because she is my daughter and that little CGI-guy is creepy as hell, but you know what I mean.) She hasn't been bothered by the hair loss, though. In fact, she seems to like her short locks at the moment. Much cooler for the summertime.
In other news, country life has its downfalls. I had to interrupt this post for a half-hour, while I tried to sweep a chipmunk out of the house. (Thanks, Ferg, for bringing the terrified critter indoors.) It skittered from room to room, into a closet, down the hall and has now found its way into the walls (from behind the dryer).
I can hear it chittering somewhere overhead. My only hope now is that it finds its way out again and doesn't burrow into the insulation and die. Trying to locate a putrid chipmunk corpse trapped within the walls isn't exactly what I consider a good way to spend a weekend.
