Renee Sendelbach It was a hard day.
I admit it, I don’t do
well with change….AT ALL!
I like to know what is
going to happen, where I am going, what it looks like, etc.
Yes, Ian is just like me
in regards to this. I felt a little like a lost 4 year old Friday when we
walked into the office in Round Rock.
My doctor moved offices
to a new location and today was the first day there. I am still not sure about
it all as with most new things.
It is a lot smaller but
it is oddly too small. I know, weird.
The infusion room is a
lot louder due to the smaller size and it doesn’t seem things here are as
streamlined as they were at the old office. Eric keeps telling me that this is
just as new to them as it is to me ,which is true. They had to hire a whole
slew of people to come over to this office since they just made it bigger.
That was just the start of the hard day. With my new infusion of BSI (trial
drug) it adds another hour onto the infusion. So now a normal Friday infusion
will be at least 3.5 hours and when I have to get Zometa (bone stuff) it will
be around 4.5 – 5 hrs.
We checked in at 8:15 to
see my doctor and didn’t leave until 2:00 and it wasn’t even a Zometa day.
The whole time I was sitting in the infusion chair all I could think about was
how in the world are we going to make this work with Ian’s school?
His school will be from
9:30 – 2:30. There is no way I can drop him off and pick him up on Fridays. Yes
Eric can do one/both of them, but how long is his work going to be cool with
him practically not coming in on Fridays?
How long can he run
around ragged like this?
Yes these are the things
that run loops through my head on a daily basis.
I am not worried about me.
I am worried about Eric
and Ian.
