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Moov-In at the 40 acres and Dr. Sexy

Friday, August 23, 2013

Dropping a kid off at college is both emotional and exhausting. He wanted to know why we did not load the car yesterday evening and I promptly asked him how secure he felt with leaving his expensive, high-powered gaming computer in a locked car outside his window. ‘Nuff said.

We have a small car and it usually takes us two trips to get everything in his dorm that he wants to have, at least that is how it worked last year. Somehow his housing contract got screwed up and he got tossed into a study room converted into a dorm with 2 other freshmen until he was offered permanent housing. This blessed him with a 2-person dorm with only one occupant so he had lots of room and could keep the thermostat at a level only penguins love.

On the Facebook page, parents of students who obviously paid the extra for early move in were talking about all the volunteers helping with moving. Really? Where? We did not see such a thing last year but I prayed this morning that we would experience it. I still am forbidden from lifting anything heavier than a gallon of milk – and I was feeling so guilty to put it all on my guys. I went right to a parking place – never had that happen on campus before. Then came the bad news. Josh’s dorm does not have an elevator.

Now the good news – we got swarmed by people wearing neon orange shirts that say VOLUNTEER on them! What a blessing to be able to stay at the car and distribute items to happy hands and feet willing to deliver them safely to his dorm on the 3rd floor. Our car was empty in less than 15 minutes and I didn’t have to carry a single item – thanks to a team of over 700 volunteers on the campus of the University of Texas.

One thing about those dorm beds, they are a b*tch to make. We always help Josh get his room set up, but we could not dawdle as I had a doctor’s appointment. A few things did not work out; his bed looked like it was a matted picture frame around the foam mattress cover and his windows are now bigger than the curtains he used last year. The tv connection is on the dressing vanity along with the only other plug aside from his desk. These are only passing inconveniences for me but to him – well actually, how could this be happening to him?

We wanted to make a couple of stops before my appointment, so we said our goodbyes. I guess I was not weepy like so many others around me were because I am only an hour away from him. If we were still in Houston we would not be seeing him every other week as we did last year. I raised great kids who know how to take care of themselves and turn any situation into a workable one.

My gynecologist/oncologist, in the words of my son, is a typical Austin yuppie-type; young, has a sense of style, confident. My nurse spoke daily about how easy on the eyes he is so she named him Dr. Sexy. Yep, he is g-o-r-g-e-o-u-s of the drop dead species! I learned today that I am down 22# since my first visit on July 10 – that is how much yucky, yellow fluid had accumulated in my abdomen from the benign, orange-sized tumor. Dr. Sexy had no real explanation why my bloodwork, sonogram, and CT scan all ‘confirmed’ a malignancy – only saying that is an increasing occurrance with some fancy-schmancy name. My heart wretches for other women experiencing this at this moment and pray that they do not accept the diagnosis as final. I believe that only the worst would have happened if I had accepted these words as fact – that I would be receiving chemotherapy twice weekly for the next six months. Praise God I’m not.

I do not have to see him again and I can finally take a bath but not swim in the lake nor ride a bike. It is not riding in these hills that concern him; it is the possibility of a fall. How on earth does he know me this well? Don’t tell me my husband tipped him off! Anyway, I can walk as much as I want but nothing else for another 2+ weeks. I've got news for Dr. Sexy, I’ve been known to fall a lot during a walk – but point taken and I will be extra diligent to not let the real me, the clumsy me, prevail. At least I have never fallen while on a treadmill.

Today was a really good day with over 9,300 steps counted on my FitBit.
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NANHBH 9/9/2013 10:24PM

    Leann,

WOW, I do have a lot of catching up to do! So glad that you are on the mend. I'll be reading backwards, so this will all be clear to me soon.
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HOPERISING 8/29/2013 12:06PM

    Ahhh, something a little weird about Dr. Sexy being a gynocolgist...I'm just kidding, but in all seriousness, I am so happy for you! I just lost my mother to pancreatic cancer, and it does my heart good to hear other people beating all the odds. God bless you.

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JANETRIS 8/25/2013 2:34PM

    Some real GOD moments for you and your family! I love that! emoticon

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LUCKYDOGFARM 8/25/2013 12:24AM

    And I thought doctor sexys only existed on tv! Praise God from whom all blessings flow!
It's amazing how he fixed it so that you didn't have to do all of that lifting today! And how you had no cancer!

Keep moooving girl!

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JOURNEY1986 8/24/2013 3:55PM

    Wow - sounds complicated, but you seem to be handling it really, really well! emoticon

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