#Damn-the-Man: Mar. 3 – Mar. 8, 2015

This particular period was very taxing during my whole process with #lymphoma, both physically and mentally. I had to keep it together, keep my eye on the ball. It was about survival.

 

3/3/15

Returned from UK and Hannie arrived 🙂

Waiting at the airport. Had a regular coffee and now my heart is #pounding.

Going to take a #klonipin. Should go see my #therapist on Thursday. Need to call cleaners? Or maybe just ask Hannie?

Multiple conversations with insurance.

Still 0. No one knows anything…

Index cost to the highest cost in Europe

 

3/4/15

Went to brunch and ran errands. Was a beautiful day.

Came home and was on the phone for over 6 hours with insurance, doctors in London, and MD Anderson.

No consensus yet. Insurance people are being #assholes so applied for a secondary insurance. Will know more tomorrow.

#Can’t #sleep. Took an #oxy and #klonipin but nothing… #Anxious I guess.

Tired of talking.

 

3/5/15

Again on the phone all day.

#Incompetent American Hospital didn’t even get my sample request.

Had to have it expedited.

Sent a message to managers etc. about my situation and got #medical #evacuation approved!!!

Yes! London here I come.

Next stop US?

 

3/6/15

Hospital info and flight details. Check.

Booked tickets and ready to go.

So #exhausted. Going to take a #much needed #nap.

Got my sample!!!!

 

3/7/15

Going to brunch with Zina.

Then getting hair done and shopping.

Hannie has #attitude but what’s new. My whole family has attitude and it’s always about them. Everyone thinks he’s doing an outstanding job but all I seem to get is #criticism and #attitude. No help cleaning, no cooking, but then complains if I don’t eat or sleep enough. [Sorry about this one Hannie, but you know I was feeling during that time.]

#Pain in my leg beneath #surgery area for 3 days now.

#Pain in abdomen is still there.

Left side #lymph node getting bigger.

More and more tired. #Loss of appetite.

Doing laundry and need to pack. Ugh! Early rise. Car will be here at 7am….

 

3/8/15

Happy Fucking Women’s day to me.

On the plane to London. Want a stiff drink and a nap as soon as I get to the hotel.

Happy to be in UK. I need to be around other people. Getting cabin fever already.

Need to email my therapist or plan a Skype session. Now I’m going crazy.

Been trying to tell TT, may have to send an email but don’t want to…

Nicole has disappeared. I know she’s more upset about the cancer than I am because of her own past experience with it. Need to send her a message.

On the plane with a bunch of kids, which I will never have.

Gave some gum to a little girl to help with her blocked ears.

Expecting turbulence. Not as afraid as I used to be.

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