A Rough Week

I don't even know where to start!
Per the title, I'm sure you can guess... It's been a rough week.

I got a call last week from my oncologist. At my very last appointment on June 30th, he told me he would be trying to get my original surgery slides looked at to see if my cancer could be re-classed to actually never having cancer at all. I was very excited about that.

I mean, it's August now and I'm just now hearing back. You know how they say "No news is good news!?" That's a lie. Don't listen to that. I've been fooled twice now. They called to let me know that it is within my best interest to have my thyroid completely removed. I do have a very aggressive type of cancer, and in order for them to monitor my cancer markers "properly" they need to remove my thyroid and monitor my TG levels (which are my cancer markers).
They are concerned it has spread.

I'm not sure what to think about that, because they have given me four different prognosis since I've started seeing Dr. Guerrero.
I worry that he doesn't really know what is going on with me at all. He has recommended that I see a doctor in San Francisco that can help me. I'm thinking that getting a second opinion is best for me right now. I have a hard time trusting them.

The next thing that has been going on is Sam is starting school tomorrow. I don't know who starts school on fricken Wednesday, but we're starting school on Wednesday. Joy.

This past weekend I had to take him school shopping; clothes, supplies, the works. He was CRABBY. He didn't like anything, pouted the whole time, cried in the store. This boy is 13.

I finally lost it. I ended up throwing a fit in the store.

We left, with a few items in tow, and went to get Sam's bedding at home so he could spend the night in his new bed at my house.
He apologized to me in the car and it made me laugh so stinkin hard. He goes, "Jamie, I appreciate you taking me to the stores and stuff, but I'm just crabby.. Okay!?" and then fell asleep on the way home. It was so funny to me, and I don't know why. Someone obviously stayed up all night on Xbox.

I got a flat tire on the way home which was just the kicker.

Work has been hard, but I was told that I will be getting promoted to manager. This is an accounting services only firm, and it's hard to come by people with degrees apparently. It makes sense to me, most bookkeepers are just trained. They don't really get a degree.
That's puts me at the top of the food chain here, so welcome to Management. The partner has been away all week, so we will be discussing that further as the time goes on. I'm not a Manager yet, but I'm working on it.

That's been my life. Unpacking, dealing with crabby teens, working late nights, trying to look pretty in the mornings, and letting my dishes pile up.

It's been great.

Love, Jay

A New Adjustment

It's been nice to know that when I come home every day there's someone there to greet me. It's also been a weird new experience for me, since I'm so used to being by myself every day when I get home.

I came home last night to find that my dad had unpacked most of the boxes. Does that mean that I know where everything is? No. I'm totally lost in my own home but very grateful for what they've done to try and help out.

Yesterday after work, I had to go to the grocery store. My brother specifically requested that I make mom's spaghetti. I called my mom, wrote down the recipe, and ran to the store.

The phone rings...

"Hey Jamie, it's Sam... uh... Can you get me a candy bar? Thanks!"

*Click*

I immediately thought "When did I turn into mom?"

I walked through the front door and Sam leaps off the couch, "Jamie's home!!" He hugs me and runs out the door to get the groceries.
It's been a weird adjustment for me. For 6 years I've been alone. For the last 3 or so, I've been single. I used to come home every night, change clothes, and sit around the house.

I get home now and I kick off my shoes and get into the kitchen to start cooking dinner, doing laundry, planning tomorrow's day, and everything else that's going on.

It's very weird, and I'm just not used to it yet, but hopefully as the weeks go on things will start to fall into place.

I got a text this morning from my dad letting me know how much he appreciates that I opened up my home to them. It really made me feel good, and that this move was something that was beneficial to every part of my family.

I wanted to be around my family, and by God I got that didn't I?

Day 2 (and last night)

Day 2 in Colfax, CA

Last night I get home and dad and Sam (my little brother) are waiting for me outside.

Of course I'm pissed. I wanna get home and get in my underwear.
Yesterday my dryer caught fire and I had to call out an electrician. My dad hasn't had a washer/dryer in about 10 years (seriously). He's been going to the laundromat.

Well since someone came out and fixed mine (which I acquired before I left Tucson from a friend who had extra) my dad was standing at my front door at 6pm with dirty underwear in tow.

Great.

I unlock the door and they bust in like dogs. Sam turns on the TV and my dad starts hooking up the washer dryer so he can start laundry. I looked down at the table and noticed he brought ground turkey and I knew exactly what that meant.

I kicked my shoes off and started rummaging through all my stupid crap looking for my pantry food. I finally pulled out a box of hamburger helper and started cooking.

It literally took about an hour to make. I was opening boxes in between every step and putting away dishes.
I started making Sam cook since I couldn't do both at one time.

So in one night my dad put together a washer/dryer, I cooked (partially), and put most of the kitchen away.

When we finished our shenanigans Sam yelled from the back room "I FOUND A WII WITH A BUNCH OF OLD MARIO GAMES!" And my dad immediately shot me the look of "it's on, donkey kong."

They ended up playing that stupid thing all night.

This Morning

I woke up this morning to find Olive slept in the living room. I should mention that she hasn't peed in DAYS!! I was starting to worry until this morning when I found the kitchen was completely soaked in urine.I was kind of relieved actually. She finally got it out. She ate like a king last night too as she got the leftover helper.
She's still mad at me but we're making progress. She likes that Sam has been coming over.

I drove to work this morning without a casualty.

So we're making progress.