The Oncologist and the Deer
Last week I saw the oncologist and forgot to give a report. In short, he’s happy with how things are progressing. I had some questions and he had answers. One was about this numbness in my hands and feet. It was a side effect of the chemo we stopped over a month ago and it’s still worsening. He said that’s what they’ve been seeing with patients. It will get worse before it starts getting better . . . if it gets better. It could be permanent. I keep telling myself, hey, if this is the worse thing I’m left with, that’s not so bad. It’s annoying but not debilitating.
Saturday we spent the day in Washington D.C. visiting some of the Smithsonians and then going over to Chinatown for dinner. On the way home, Jen was driving, and along a stretch of dark highway a deer shot out onto the road from the right shoulder and collided with our van. Head-on, too. The van is pretty smashed up in front: buckled hood, shattered grill, headlights askew, radiator bent. But the deer got the short of end of the stick (Jen likes to say she totalled a deer with our car). Fortunately, everyone was okay (praises going up to God). Things could have turned out a lot worse. Pennsylvania is second in the country for auto fatalities resulting from hitting deer (Texas is number one).
So now we wait and see what the insurance company wants to do with the van.
I’ll tell you, life just keeps coming at you, doesn’t it? And sometimes all you can do is hang on for the ride.