Battle Hymns of a Hot Mess Mom

One day at a time…


Logistics

Transplant coordinator called me today to go over the logistics of when I check in, so what I will be doing on Monday. I have labs then blocking. I will be doing full body radiation twice a day and the blocking is literally that. The radiation is full body and can cause severe lung damage as well as lung cancer, so last Monday I was given a CT scan so that they could make custom “blockers” that will protect my lungs during radiation. I check into the “Hope Hotel” – as I am required to stay close by during radiation for observation but it’s not being admitted into the hospital so a little different there.

I also was informed that my donor traveled to a high risk area for Zika and has sexual relations with a person that also traveled to a high risk area for Zika. To be honest I don’t really understand the risks or those implications. I asked if Zika was curable, and was told yes…I mean it’s not like I’m going to say no to the transplant. But Zika? Who knows what this really means. Obviously the donor had to be screened first – beyond that I don’t actually know.

I’m finishing up the last of washing my blankets and pillows – packing them into a bag for admission. Mostly my electronics will one keeping me from crying form boredom – that is the major factor. Besides everyone waking me up every 4 hours for vitals…the boredom was the other thing that struck me. I’m having trouble sleeping – I’m restless and anxious.



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About Me

Hello, my name is Nina. I am a mother, wife, daughter and friend. I am lover of country music, & 80’s love ballad. I love me some karaoke! I identify as hot mess mom. I get it wrong, all the time. On the rare occasions I get it right? Even I’m shocked.

I am a working professional in the field of Compliance. I am mother two, daughter to immigrant parents, wife to a “redneck” – and proud of it, sister-in-law to the two most incredible human beings I have ever met and a niece that is just so cool but doesn’t know it.

I work too hard and play too little. I’ve always focus on the wrong thing and never quite sure if I’m ever enough. I grew up on the East Coast and was a latchkey kid in the 80’s and 90’s – I dodged the sketchy people on the walk home and tried not to end up on a milk carton.

I went to a very privileged Boarding School on the East Coast and college after that. (So yeah that’s exactly why this journal will be riddled with grammatical and spelling errors. On the days I feel good, I’ll type it out. On the days I don’t feel good it’ll be voice to text. I can not be held liable for the things Siri puts in as my “voice”. ) Graduated on a Friday and started Fleet Bank on a Saturday. I hustled my way through the midnight shift at DHL and hustled and hustled and hustled. I knew nothing except the hustle. (As I said, I’m a hot mess mom).

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