Man, my anxiety levels shot through the roof yesterday. Owen had a fall on his newly purchased scooter and banged himself up. Somehow, as I bandaged him up I had an implosion of sorts in which every single thing I am worried about attacked me at that very moment. Bloody kid, husband with cancer, money, our country, our president, my life.
Sigh.
He's ok though.
I'm ok though.
Scooter is ok though.
Good God.
Today I woke up and thought, "I'm not in the mood for....today."
We finally got approval for the oral form of Ernie's chemo so that is a relief. Hopefully, the side effects won't be worse than what he has right now. He's doing pretty well apart from fatigue. Well, and the damned neuropathy, but that's why we're switching chemo, so crossed fingers, as always.
Of course, after I wrote that I found out that yes, Health Alliance approved the oral chemo BUT there's a $2,600 monthly copay.
Yup.
The doctor's office said they will try to find a way to help, either with grants or by going to the manufacturer.
I don't know.
I just don't fucking know.
About anything.
I will try to channel Bob.
Owen on his new scooter.
Onward.