Well, I haven't had a lot to say. The trips back and forth to Houston have taken a lot of time, and tried everyone's patience. I now have a treatment plan in place and will re-start chemotherapy this coming Wednesday. I now have 2 oncologists. One in Southlake, Dr. Jordan, and one in Houston, Dr. Arun. They will be working together, with me. Since I can be an outspoken patient--- I know this comes as a shock to everyone reading-- I'm hopeful that we can all work together. Dr. Arun felt that finding a Dr. close to home would benefit me and my family, since her recommended treatment happens weekly. I really didn't expect the kids to react to my being in Houston, but they have all had meltdowns recently, and I think that the travelling of both Matt and myself has only added to their burden. So, that being said, I'm glad to return home for treatment and follow up with M D Anderson, and work within their recommendations. Also, in case I haven't spoken to you in the last year or so, I really don't LIKE Houston, I tolerate it. The new drugs are supposed to be better tolerated and the only anticipated side effect is fatigue. Like I need another excuse to sleep until noon and stay in bed all day. And, bonus, my hair might grow back in. YEAH!!!!! But, honestly, if being bald brings me more days with my family, I will stay bald, but hair would be nice. I don't know how long this will go on, but hopefully this drug stops the lung tumor.

Boys' update:

All three now have their own motorcycle and all three now go to the track and ride. So far, no major accidents, only a couple of hands over the eyes, "Be Careful!!" moments. But that is only one weekend. Each is getting to know their bike, and finding their comfort level. I have some awesome pics, but my ignorance interferes. You'll just have to believe me. School, well they're all passing, I think. I know that Matt has had his hands full trying to manage everything. What with fires, knives, fighting, homework, dogs running away, and this with a full time job. He's a little tired. I empathize with him and can certainly understand. But secretly... part of me watches and thinks, "Ha!!! I've done this for years. And you used to get annoyed with me when I would yell at them." He's learning to manage the load, but it's funny to watch. And, he has learned that yelling sometimes has it's benefit. It makes the boys no difference how loud my voice is when the message is delivered, but I feel better. He's learning that as well, but he hasn't yet remembered that the dogs don't really understand him. Camo now thinks part of his name is "little shit". ; )