Today, The Boy has the second of four doctor's appointments. I'm a little nervous about today's nephrology visit. The Boy has been doing well with his blood pressure and has frequently not even needed his medicine. But even so, there is alway the possibility that something is going wrong with his kidney, remembering that the reason why he was taken off chemo was because of poor kidney function.
It is possible that they will order the GFR test again. Not a major deal.
Next week is the oncology appointment. 3 months (well, really 4 months) off treatment. He has a scheduled ultrasound and, I think, a walk-in chest X-Ray. This is where we find out if the cancer is really REALLY gone.
We still have no jobs at all.
Some women put their careers on hold for their kids. I destroyed mine, I think. I just wonder what my kids will say about me when asked, "what does your mommy do?" I would be fine with just being Mommy except that without a job for either of us, I still need to be prepared to win the bread around here.
Jobless rate is something like 9% nationwide, so I shouldn't be too shocked, but having spent my life being told that I am "special" and "talented" and "gifted" and all that, it is a real blow to be told otherwise by the interviewers that don't even dignify my efforts with a phone call.
So I'm nervous that two degrees and thousands of hours of work, for either of us (three for him) are worthless.
And all we can do is wait.