So as you all know this was daddy's first treatment of chemo. I want to stop and properly THANK YOU all for your well wishes,thoughts and prayers. I also want to thank my bestie who made up lil snack packs for lunches during his treatments, I want to thank my mom who made us a wonderful meatloaf dinner-that meant the world to me the mere fact I didn't have to try and cook dinner at 9pm,I want to thank LG for going out to daddies and cleaning his house and getting his mail and I want to thank the faloozie for sending a wal-mart gift card to help with food expenses-FYI if you have stock in "nutter butters" sell NOW cuz daddy is tired of those things, a lil insider tip, he has moved up to soft chocolate chip cookies so look for stock that offers that...
I have been hoovering over him- no doubt driving him crazy. The first 2 days were full of laughter and jokes and "shootin the bull" as daddy calls it with all the other patients receiving treatments. They have become kindred spirits all going through the same thing...
I, on the other hand wasn't so full of laughter,jokes or shootin the bull-ya see when daddy is feeling good he is kinda demanding, like "here get me some more ginger ale" YES he lifted his cup and shook it at me "hey takeoff my socks" not to mention my living room sounds like a movie theater the TV is up so loud etc... BUT when daddy is starting to feel bad he starts doing things for himself and that is what I learned....
Maybe it's a male thing-the mere thought or is it fright that you may have to depend on someone else.
The nurses we have seen this week were so good to daddy even tho' he called them "hey you" I did have a talk with him about they do have names and so everyday after treatments I would quiz him,so with each passing day there were a lot less "hey yous" and a lot more Carolyn or Beverly good mornings-
By last night food no longer tasted good to him and we knew this was coming but you still never really are prepared for the side-effects. So now I am a naggin at him "daddy,you really gotta eat something" "daddy you need to make sure you are drinking and getting plenty of fluids" "daddy....."
This mornings appt was a quick one-the murse was removed and he got a neulasta shot to help keep his white blood cell count up-the shot goes to work on your bone marrow and the side-effects will make him feel like he has arthritis from the waist down. He lost 2 1/2 lbs since yesterday so we got the lecture about how important it is to try and eat small meals. They also advised someone be with him at least through the weekend,because right about now is when all the other side effects from the chemo drugs will start kickin in.
He was actually bummed that his appt was so short-so he gets up and looks around for familar faces,someone, anyone that he can sit and visit with-the people he has met this week were phenominal and they all understood what daddy was going through and in store for-they help put him at ease by sharing their stories,their beautiful-make you cry in a good way stories. They all are connected in one way or another by a lil thing called Cancer. Not seeing anyone he knew he says "come'on lets get out of here"
He is now sleeping and resting and I am constantly feeling his forehead to check for a fever
My confession for today:Sometimes I wonder if I am qualified to do this other times I feel so blessed I CAN do this-
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