Here I am! Hey, y'all. I've been here in Atlanta for five days now, at Becky's house with the fam. Becky had her first chemo infusion last Wednesday (the day I arrived), and we spent the next couple of days running errands, hanging out around the house and kind of waiting to see if the nausea would hit. And thankfully, so far, it hasn't. This is such a blessing--and one that we aren't taking for granted.
Thursday, with Becky full of energy (!) from the steroids they gave her to tolerate the chemo drugs, we ventured out to the Mall of Georgia. Wig shopping was on the agenda. And perhaps a trip to Pottery Barn. This is a huge mall and after wandering around looking for the wig shop, I called the store's phone number listed on the brochure we had. "We're having a hard time finding you," I told the nice lady who answered the phone. "Oh, honey, we're actually right across the street from the mall," she told me in that Southern drawl that I miss so much. "If you're in the Dillard's parking lot just look for the big picture of Raquel Welch in our window. You can't miss it."
And indeed, she was right. We could not miss it. No one has ever given me directions using Raquel Welch as a landmark, but I must say it was quite helpful. The wig shop ladies were lovely and compassionate and helpful in some very practical ways.
Friday afternoon, we took the kids to Chuck E. Cheese's. For my Aussie buds, Chuck E. Cheese's is a pizza place/indoor arcade/play area/place where a giant mouse wanders around. It is kid-heaven. Hank had been begging to go, and since Becky was feeling good we all went. It was a good barometer of health, I think. If rubbery cheese pizza combined with screaming 6 year olds and a dancing mouse don't make you upchuck, then you must be in pretty good shape. Heck, I was feeling a little queasy myself!
Friday evening, we decided to head up to the mountain house. So, with Becky properly doped up in the passenger seat of the minivan and Mom and Dad leading the charge, off we went. It was a very chilled out weekend. Becky's arm was very sore from the surgery, and we still were taking it easy with the whole potential-nausea thing. But Mom and I did manage to venture into town for a little shopping. And here we saw something that, to me, is quintessentially Southern. In fact, I can't think of three words that better describe the American South:
Love it. I can't report on the deep fried pickles or oreos, I am sorry to say. But I stood there for awhile in admiration of the purveyor's creativity. Dare to dream, you guys!
Back in Sydney, Jason is holding down the fort with his usual unruffled capability. And his mom arrived today to ride herd on the kids, so he'll be able to get back to work. However, as we speak, my Natey is laying on the couch with a stomach bug. I'm sure he got sick because his mother has left him. All things are mom's fault, right? Sorry, big man. Hope you feel better soon! Maybe I'll bring you back a deep fried Twinkie. That might help.
Back again soon! I am so, so thankful to be here. Becky is doing well, I am trying to help out as much as possible, and there have been two trips to Target. And counting. That is all for now. xoxo