Guess who's napping again . . . . Zzzzzzzzzzzzz
My poor Terry . . . still so fatigued after Hit #6. A good FB friend of mine who has gone through chemo before suggested we go in for a blood check to see where he's at with his counts. She thought it sounded like he could use a little blood. Not a bad idea, I suppose if that man I married wasn't convinced he's made out of steel. He wants to go back to work on Monday. Has to get up at 3:30 a.m., and work (with a little time off in between routes in the middle of the day . . . he drives City bus), until 6:00 p.m. Obviously, I told him to stay home until he's back to at least not having to snooze during the day for 2 1/2 hours; but it's like talking to a brick. By now, after all the other treatments (9 or 10 days) I can see his color come back consistently when he tries to do something and feel confident he can keep going until bedtime; but this time is much different. He's still having to "trot" to the bathroom occasionally, too. I don't think he's ready but he's insisting he's going back. Grrrrrrr!!!
We did okay this week together here at home; although, I must confess I've about had my fill of re-runs and cleaning the house whilst I watch him turn fifty shades of gray, sleeping on our couch. I did a few things to occupy my time . . . went to the Farmer's Market last weekend with my youngest daughter, had brunch and did a little shopping . . . . cleaned up the garage for him a little . . . stuff around the house; but, I've run out of things to do. I didn't want to venture out too awfully far, as he HAS needed me to keep him company in between naps and cook for him when he gets hungry . . . which reminds me. His appetite still isn't back to where it usually is by now. Can't seem to finish what he otherwise would have been; so that has me concerned too.
Oh well. We'll see what tomorrow brings.
Just wanted to let everyone know we're still doing pretty good.
Will keep you posted.
Hope all is well with the rest of you.
Take care!
