Waiting Again, UGH.

Hello my blog-reading friends! Well as most of you know, or have heard, I had to go to Seattle earlier this week. I think I have the traveler’s curse, seriously, or God really wants me to learn a lesson that I’m just totally missing! I booked a train ticket to go from Salem to Seattle on Monday morning, 6:41 in the a.m. I woke up nice and early, zombie walked my way to the station, only to have the ticket man tell me, “Oh did you not get the email, the train to Seattle was canceled?”…well obviously not because otherwise I’d be sleeping! So my kind and gracious and extremely even keeled husband led me back to the car and drove me from Salem to the Portland airport at 6am. 50 minutes into our drive I am trying frantically to book a flight and get ahold of the airline. The random elevator music that they force you to listen to when you’re on hold looped for a good 20 minutes before the operator stated, “We’re sorry, due to a high call volume the wait list is 3 hours, please leave your number and we’ll call you back.” 3 HOURS people! And you know that’s not even accurate! So we turned around and drove back to Salem. Oh apparently there was a freak snow storm in Seattle and the city shut down…

Later that day…

I was able to reschedule all my appointments for the next day. I booked a flight out of PDX for the next morning and after Adam got off work he drove me back to Portland (yes he wins best hubby award, he never once complained!) where my friend Clare so graciously let us stay.

5 am Tuesday morning…

I don’t know how many of you are like me, but I’m an anxious wreck when it comes to morning flights! I never sleep well, I wake up hours before my flight to make sure my phone is still working and to make sure I clicked am instead of pm on my alarm. So 5 am I hear the text ding on my phone, “Alaska Airlines apologizes for the inconvenience, you will receive a voucher in your email.” What does that even mean!? I look on my app and sure enough my flight was canceled. Turns out that all the flights that got canceled the previous day got rebooked on our flight and we got bumped to the night time. Now I’m used to things never going right, I mean I’m not even being dramatic, if you’re a frequent reader you know that things just get complicated when it comes to my life. So you’d think that by now I’d just be as chill as an island lad, go with the flow ya know, and just remember that things always end up working out for me. Nope, still haven’t learned that lesson.

So at 8:50pm Tuesday night I got on a flight and actually made it to Seattle. I had my CT scan which was like the other bajillion scans I’ve had, and as I was heading back to Salem, there was a NATION WIDE SYSTEM OUTAGE at the airport. RIGHT when my flight was supposed to depart! I’m sorry but WHAT WILL HE COME UP WITH NEXT!? The zombie apocalypse, that’s gotta be the next thing. I made it to Salem, not super delayed thank heavens.

Now what? Well now I wait until my meeting with Dr. Nghiem on Tuesday. I plan on driving, so please pray that there’s no freak thing like someone hacking into the zoo system and releasing all the animals, causing the highway to close for safety, ya know, because those Apes can smash your car in… The scan showed no distant tumors which is GREAT news. So those little buttheads haven’t moved past my collar bones, they prefer my face I guess. The only problem is, I know that my tumors are growing again. I can feel them. But the only scan the doctors had was one I did mid radiation, so the scan they recently took doesn’t do a lot of good since they can only compare to the mid radiation scan, and compared to that of course my tumors have shrank. Does that make sense? Anyway I’m hoping a physical exam will offer more clarity. Until then, our favorite waiting game.

 (shout out to Karli at County Cork Collectibles for teaching me the art of lettering! It’s my new stress reliever!)