Great week! Not 1, not 2, but...

Yes, you're looking at a baseball game. Which I actually attended in person. The SECOND one of the week. To see this guy, my favorite pitcher, in a rehab assignment. Pitching to another of the Braves, also in a rehab game.

You might remember from my last blog post that my sister was visiting for a couple of weeks. And that I had a rough couple of days after the bone-strengthening infusion.

Luckily I was miserable only for about a day and a half before I started improving. That was on a Saturday afternoon, and by evening I felt considerably better.

And then that Sunday I felt good!

Yes, good enough to get out and about. So my sister took me to the trading card shop I like. I sold a few cards to them and bought some packs and got a little lucky with one. That was fun for me. And we got an errand done, though I didn't feel well enough to grocery shop at a store I like in that part of town.

We planned the next outing for Tuesday. This one was bigger. Just over an hour's drive to Rome, Georgia, to see the High-A Braves affiliate the Rome Emperors play.

I hadn't been anywhere of note other than medical appointments in months. And not somewhere an hour away—in probably a year.

I was concerned about how much walking and standing I'd need to do. But my sister and I had a plan to cut down on all of that.

It turned out we didn't need a plan! I did fine standing and walking—even with a snafu with the key fobs and her getting the car locked while I waited. I noticed a lounge area for season ticket holders and asked if I could sit there. And the young attendant let me. It was a shortcut to our seats as well.

MId-game, while my sister was off doing the wheel spin for prizes (she racked up!) I noticed a post on social media about my favorite pitcher, Spencer Strider with the Braves. He'd be pitching right there in Rome in two days! And the bonus was he'd be pitching to Braves catcher Sean Murphy, another of my favorites (Murphy was catching Tuesday night as well).

This coincidence is what put this post into my "woo woo" category. What are the odds that I get to see my favorite player in person in a small stadium just an hour away. From the 3rd row where I can be dropped off at the gate. Just as I'm feeling well enough to get out and about??!!

I'd say those odds are really low. It's as if the Universe is lining things up for me.

It's a reminder to trust.

To trust that things work out for the best. Not to overplan but to be open to riding the waves of energy as they flow. To be open to receiving the gifts.

Well, we trusted the flow and the gift and got tickets for Thursday before we left on Tuesday. We knew I could handle the walking and standing and how to mitigate that. It's a small stadium, nothing like big league stadiums. And the workers there are super nice about letting you cut through if you aren't very mobile.

But I turned out to be more mobile than I expected.

And I had better stamina than I expected. I made it through the entire game on Thursday night.

Yes, I was tired the next day. Well, the next days, plural.

But a good tired. It felt good to be out and about, to take in a couple of minor league baseball games. I've even made plans with friends to go again next month (before it gets so hot).

It makes a difference for me not to drive but to ride and be dropped off near the gate. And to have someone with me to go get food or drinks. Though I did do that for myself one time Thursday.

Not knowing whether it will be a good day or not makes me more dependent on others.

Like today. I don't feel good. I'm really tired and achy and have some nausea. Today would not be a day I'd like to be doing a lot of walking in a stadium. But having company and help even if I feel bad makes all the difference.

I'm so grateful my sister could take me to the games and card shop. And wanted to! And enjoyed herself!

It was so good to have time with her not in a medical setting. And for her to see how much better I'm doing than I was for several months before my diagnosis and then for a few months as I tried meds and went through the side effects of those.

I seem to have mostly adjusted to the one med I can tolerate. I do get the super sweats sometimes (like last night) and I have nausea and general digestive issues off and on. But nothing terrible.

I have enough rough days to make me REALLY grateful for the good ones. And the good ones are outnumbering the challenging ones.

My next outing is a medical one on Monday. A big one since it's the three-month CT scan to see if the cancer is still being held in check. I'll see my oncologist on Wednesday to get the results.

Of course I'm a little anxious. It's a low-level anxiety running a bit under my consciousness. But very much there.

Part of the anxiety is that I've been having some wheezing nearly every day. And some gasping for breath at times when I go up and down the stairs. But not every time. The wheezing concerns me because it could be cancer in my lungs.

I hope not.

I finally get to see a pulmonologist a week after my CT scan. There just seem not to be enough pulmonologists in our area because I've been waiting since the first of the year to see one. I'm hoping for insights and maybe some help with my breathing.

BUT I'm going to end this post with the positivity of last week. Of THREE outings! Fun outings! With my sister.

She has returned home, but I'll still be getting out and about more. I'll be making plans with friends.

The challenge, as always, is balancing doing with resting. I'm getting better at that.

I'm going to be grateful for my big improvements and appreciate what I can do. And ask for help when I need it.

And I'm going to be open to the flow as it brings me what I need when I need it.

And I'm going to live each day with gratitude. Because I always have lots to be grateful for!

One of which was getting to go to this baseball game on a lovely evening!