Sometimes it seems like there’s a lot on my plate… I read about the concept of “margin” and I’ve decided I don’t have any. There are times when it’s worse than usual, and this seems to be one.
I think that of the couple of hours I’ve been home today (between my time at radiation and my time at the cancer rehab center) I’ve spent 90 % of it on the phone, and most of that trying to load or unload the dishwasher, fold laundry or feed George at the same time. The big task today has been the administrative work for two surgeries, one for me and one for George.
Did I ever tell you that our medical insurance company says that we do NOT have a son named George? They say that we have a daughter (born on George’s birthday) named Meliza. They will pay claims for Meliza DeHority, but not for George DeHority. I have been fighting this for more than a year. Again today, they told me that the only way I can get it fixed it to send them documentation of legally changing HER name to George. They have no use for his birth certificate, since “it wouldn’t contain HER FORMER name” (i.e. Meliza) ARRGGHHHH! I really wanted to get this fixed once and for all before his surgery.
So anyway, Monday George is getting his ears worked on. They may take his adenoids out, too. The radiation techs were actually pretty nice about rescheduling my appointment time for my treatment that day. George and I have to arrive at the outpatient surgery place at 7:30 (nothing to eat or drink after midnight) for his case to begin at 9:30. We are really hoping that they can get things fixed so that he can hear better.
And my own surgery is now officially on the books for May 12. Actually, it’s two surgeries… the mastectomy, with sentinal node biopsies, and a hysterectomy and oophorectomy. (I know that’s four things, but it’s two surgeries, two surgeons, one anesthesia and one hospital stay….) Both surgeons were very accomodating about my schedule; I told them that I absolutely could not have it done until after First Holy Communion for my 19 students, which is on May 9th, and they were fine with that.
But meanwhile, life goes on. Appointments, radiation, therapy for two boys, soccer, trying to unpack, teenage crises, more soccer, more appointments, changing out winter clothes, trying to find a lost ipod, calling the tube feeding supply place to have them pick up an entire box of the wrong equipment sent in error, more soccer, and probably by now it’s time for radiation therapy again!
I took a moment away from adminstrative duties on the phone to go through the mail, though, and I found a treat. Nancy, who comments often and eloquently, has started knitting and sent me a present! She says it’s a dishcloth, but I think it’s too nice for that so it’s going to be a facecloth instead. It’s a lovely monochromatic pattern… I guess I’d call it a basketweave variation, but there must be a formal name for it in the stitch dictionaries? I think my first ten projects were plain garter stitch, so I’m impressed. Nancy, you made my day, and for that I am very grateful.
Now it’s time to take somebody to soccer.