As you can see the best thing about me is doing great. She is doing good, feeling good, and looking good. Last week we met with the radiation oncologist. Oncologist was already for us to start the radiation treatments, six weeks, 28 treatments.
"No." Was Glenda's response. "You told me that I was on the cusp between it being necessary and not being necessary. I've decided that I don't want to do it. I'm just now feeling good and I don't want another two to three months of feeling bad. No."
July 7th we responded to a local ad on Craig's List about a motor home. It was local and we planned on doing what we have been doing for a couple of years now, look at it, leave with a "not in this lifetime" attitude. This time was different. Coach was older, 93 but it was clean as a whistle and the seller was the second owner, owned it fifteen years and was selling because they had bought bigger, newer, etc. We were the first and only ones to respond to the ad because we bought it before anyone else got a chance.
Glenda has expressed some frustration for a couple of years now about us not traveling as much as she would like. I like the fifth wheel and truck method we have been using but it isn't the most comfortable for her. Let's face it. She's 72 and I'm 68. If we're going to do this then we have to do it now. I applied for my social security and since the Herceptin infusions are every three weeks we plan on three weeks on the road followed by three weeks at home followed by three weeks on the road.
Glenda is NED (no evidence of disease) right now. But we are going to live like we are dying. August 2nd she will walk out of the infusion center and climb into the motor home. We will be off to the mountains of northern Arizona for a couple of weeks off grid.
The journey begins.