Shoes

September 10, 2009 Thursday

I was really looking forward to tonight. It's fashion week here in NYC and DSW was having a party, and every half hour they gave away a free pair of shoes worth up to $200. I HAD to go. So I trekked up there at 6ish and put my name in the bowl and every half hour, I waited, with baited breath, willing my name to be drawn. No, not meant to be. I thought, "That's okay, I'll have my name drawn at 10pm when the Grand prize is drawn (12 Pairs of shoes in a year ~ value $2400 and 12 DSW gift cards ~ value $1200) Ed came up to support me in the last half hour. The Gift Cards name is drawn. "Okay, Melissa....something or other" ARGGHHH!!! So close, maybe she'll share the cards, no don't ask. Then after several names drawn with no squeal of delight from the crowd the final name is awarded the Grand Prize. Not me. Normally I wouldn't have even gone, but now I feel, "Nothing ventured, nothing gained" It was a long night of wandering the aisles at DSW and realizing "I'm not a kid anymore" I felt a bit stupid thinking that I even had a chance against all the chic New York fashionista's. If I had won, those women would have killed me, for I planned on buying a pair of sneakers and a comfy pair of Merrel shearling lined clogs. No ridiculously high heeled sandal boots or trendy torture devices, just sensible shoes. I guess it's best to have not had my name drawn; I might have caused a lynching ~ of me.

Earlier today, Ed headed uptown to do the tests to clear him for kidney donation, so he was gone all day. Ian was off to school, and I was left to my own devices (for a change) And just like the DSW contest, I was sensible. I did payroll entries, called doctors, spoke with guidance counselors for Ian, researched the chemo drugs, printed a glossary of terms for breast cancer and treatment. Had a wonderfully random call from someone referred to me for help in prepping her daughter for a Performing Arts High School audition. Speaking to the CPA to find out what I needed to get to him before I go into surgery. I was so busy today, that I had to turn my phone off for 20 minutes just to get a lunch break. That was boring too, turkey bologna, don't ask me why, it just sounded good.

So I got A LOT done, although it doesn't look like it on the surface.

It's looking like a 9/21 surgery date is set, still don't know the type of procedure until the MRI biopsy comes back, but will know that soon. I have begun Chapter Two. Tomorrow I have bloodwork done in preparation for the surgery. My brother, my wonderful Brother, Bryan, sent me the flight itinerary for my Mom to come out. The course is set. My foot has stepped on the path. There is no turning back. Life is about to get really real, and no number of shoes, stupid shoes will make it feel better. WELL....maybe the Merrells, cuz they really felt good. Oh well, there's always Christmas.

Sometimes you just have to do something totally stupid to bring you back from the brink.

Nite!

Love and Light

Melissa