The Transitional Period

So here we are, for the most part Tom is doing stupendously well (knock on wood).  The doctor is so pleased with his progress thus far and has said if things continue he'll be back at life in no time really.  That said, he's just finishing up some pre-cautionary intrathecal chemo treatments (in which they do a spinal tap and withdrawl fluid from the lower lumbar and replace it with chemo drugs).  They do this because sometimes leukemia has been known to "hide out" in the central nervous system and come back later.  Luckily, Tom has never had his spinal fluid that they withdraw yield any leukemia (again, knock on wood), but they do a number of these treatments just in case there's even one in there and they can get it.

That said, while everything else is doing well, these can sometimes result in a spinal fluid leak causing immense migraines at the change of position and vomiting, etc.  So since Monday (number 2 of his last 5 of these treatments) he's been feeling immensely awful.  He's unable to do anything but lay down which is of course no good and sitting is definitely the worst, but when he stands these powerful headaches rush to his head and send him dizzy with pain.  So there's a lot going on and it's trick as the meds don't help when it comes to quick come and go pain like that.

So anyhoo, he has three more of these joyous things to do.  In the meantime, he was doing so well and is doing so well (as it's only due to these treatments that he's poorly) that I began the job hunt.  Today I officially accepted an offer (after turning a couple down).  Part of me continually wonders if this is a good idea, but then part of me thinks I won't know if I don't do it and I suppose I could always quit but if it's working out then we'll have some extra money and it'll get me out of the house.  Tom is planning to spend his spare alone time possibly volunteering with the leukemia and lymphoma society since he is one of their honored heroes for the local fundraising walk this year.  It's a strange time. 

I've officially let my manager of the store I was working at for Starbucks know that I won't be actually coming back and so after 7 1/2 years of employment that's kind of bizarre.  From High School through College and then some... Life beyond the barista apron should be interesting, not to mention pricey if I find myself needing an extra pick-me-up here or there.  **sigh** I suppose this is all just part of the process, sort of a rebirth of life for us and we're trying to find our feet and figure out how to make this all work out.  It's a bit nerve racking but exciting at the same time.

That's me done today.