In early March when my counts really dropped I turned over responsibility as the primary dog walker to other family members since I was not suppose to pick up the poop (with a bag). In the last few weeks, my family has gotten busier, and my counts have gotten enough better that Lilly and I have ventured out on our now.
Lilly is only about 20 pounds so she is small and does not walk too fast or too far - so she and I are good companions. Yesterday, was one of those busy mornings for my family so Lilly and I were on our own. By comparison to the last few weeks it was a bit cooler here yesterday and we excitedly headed out for our morning walk with a few letters to drop in the mailbox on our route.
We got about halfway through our walk and I realized - in a panic - that I no longer had our door key in my hand. I thought for a minute to make sure I remembered locking the door on my way out and I definitely did. We turned around and retraced our steps and did an extra search around the mailbox and the poop stop with no luck. I made sure the key was not in the bag with the poop - yuck - and figured that I must have accidentally dropped it in the mailbox.
Luckily Chad and Margaret were home and while Chad did not see my text to let us in, Margaret answered her phone and we at least were not locked out. I called the post office to see if they could check the box for me. The nice part of being in a smaller city was the kind post office worker I spoke with offered to come meet me at the collection box with the key in about 30 minutes. I met up with her and there were just 4 letters in the box and no key.... my heart sank. I felt bad this nice lady had come out to help me and the key was not there. Then I wondered should I get the locked re-keyed? Yes, probably because over the last 5 years a lot of people have had keys to our house, but I really wanted to find it and not have yesterday be the lock re-keying day. So I started retracing our steps again and by the poop spot, after much searching, I found it in the mulch - huge relief!
Now, this is unfortunately not my first chemo brain incident. I regularly do not remember having read books or watched shows, and once I turned on water to boil in a pot only for Chad to discover several minutes later that there was no water in the pot. Note - do not pick me as your partner in a trivia game right now!!
I am trying to play word games, I'm ready a lot and I'm dabbling in the free online classes (and I'm taking the quizzes) just to keep my brain working. I know the fog will clear [post treatment and my family is extremely patient but I can really be a clue bird and mix things up these days.
Everyone is off to the races here this morning so hopefully Lilly and I have a less eventful walk than yesterday. I am going to put the key on a lanyard around my neck and hopefully make it less drop proof!!
Bone marrow biopsy on Monday was fine as those things go. I won't get the results for a couple weeks. I have been struggling with a really bad chemo induced cough that sounds like it will probably get worse versus better over the next few months, otherwise all is good here.
Lilly is only about 20 pounds so she is small and does not walk too fast or too far - so she and I are good companions. Yesterday, was one of those busy mornings for my family so Lilly and I were on our own. By comparison to the last few weeks it was a bit cooler here yesterday and we excitedly headed out for our morning walk with a few letters to drop in the mailbox on our route.
We got about halfway through our walk and I realized - in a panic - that I no longer had our door key in my hand. I thought for a minute to make sure I remembered locking the door on my way out and I definitely did. We turned around and retraced our steps and did an extra search around the mailbox and the poop stop with no luck. I made sure the key was not in the bag with the poop - yuck - and figured that I must have accidentally dropped it in the mailbox.
Luckily Chad and Margaret were home and while Chad did not see my text to let us in, Margaret answered her phone and we at least were not locked out. I called the post office to see if they could check the box for me. The nice part of being in a smaller city was the kind post office worker I spoke with offered to come meet me at the collection box with the key in about 30 minutes. I met up with her and there were just 4 letters in the box and no key.... my heart sank. I felt bad this nice lady had come out to help me and the key was not there. Then I wondered should I get the locked re-keyed? Yes, probably because over the last 5 years a lot of people have had keys to our house, but I really wanted to find it and not have yesterday be the lock re-keying day. So I started retracing our steps again and by the poop spot, after much searching, I found it in the mulch - huge relief!
Now, this is unfortunately not my first chemo brain incident. I regularly do not remember having read books or watched shows, and once I turned on water to boil in a pot only for Chad to discover several minutes later that there was no water in the pot. Note - do not pick me as your partner in a trivia game right now!!
I am trying to play word games, I'm ready a lot and I'm dabbling in the free online classes (and I'm taking the quizzes) just to keep my brain working. I know the fog will clear [post treatment and my family is extremely patient but I can really be a clue bird and mix things up these days.
Everyone is off to the races here this morning so hopefully Lilly and I have a less eventful walk than yesterday. I am going to put the key on a lanyard around my neck and hopefully make it less drop proof!!
Bone marrow biopsy on Monday was fine as those things go. I won't get the results for a couple weeks. I have been struggling with a really bad chemo induced cough that sounds like it will probably get worse versus better over the next few months, otherwise all is good here.