Monday was a let's check in with Oncologist - only to get annoyed that I was not told about suspicious fluid around lung/heart found on 10/5 CT before now, the Onc said I could get a biopsy when his NP told me I couldn't the week before, and now it was probably too late get the biopsy since it may be gone because we waited too long. And my official check-in pre-visit appointment phone call with MD Anderson.
My Checklist at the Start of Tuesday:
Journal for In Treatment & Week #4
We took a direct flight from Huntsville to Houston. Once we got there, we made our way through the airport to get our rental car. It was awkward because we used the option to check in online for our car, but still had to go through a line. And in Houston, there are always lines. Even the directions to finding the car was hard.
Once we got outside and into the rental car area, I realized I had to use the bathroom (sick from chemo). Ironically, we had just passed the bathrooms on our way out to the rental cars. I looked at my husband and was like I gotta go. As I walked back towards the airport, I kept thinking, yikes, the rental car area had merged two different companies areas into one in the parking garage area and it was hard to tell who's car belonged to which company. Despite my concern for my husband to find the car, I was like peace-out. I left my husband to his own devises to find the car.
He found it, but when he nicely decided he wanted to drive closer to pick me up near the airport bathroom doors, he actually drove to a different section and couldn't get back into the one I was in. You have to laugh... it is kind of funny. So, when I walked out looking for him, I went the opposite direction toward the cars. He was actually a few areas over stuck behind a bunch of cement blocks. It was actually funny... and caused for a bit of confusion to find each other!
Once I was in the car, we realized we would be facing the it's time-to-drive-home-from-work traffic in Houston. More Yikes! We made our way from the airport and drove through evening traffic into downtown Houston. It went exactly like you can imagine. I had been to Houston years ago, and my memories were verified. It is flat with a ton of heavy traffic interstates. There are some beautiful spots in Houston, but their many interstates are not my thing. It was past dinnertime when we reached the hotel. I was exhausted and sick from treatment and travel... I had zero desire to go out to eat. We decided we would just order room service and try to get some sleep because tomorrow is scheduled to be busier than even today.
Inspiration - Sara Bareilles's song, Brave