Uh-oh. (Monday morning update...)

[Sound of other shoe falling...]

Well, of course the bliss couldn't last. Not that it won't come back, but it was definitely waving bye-bye by the end of the weekend.

They prepared us to expect that days 2 through 4 would be a wild ride. But Bill and I were counting wrong. We counted from Thursday, the Gemcitabine/Gemzar day. We SHOULD have counted from Friday, the Cisplatin day. And Saturday was then day number 1.

Okay, so day 2 was Sunday, and some troubles began.

Bill started feeling bad all over. He had some abdominal pain and other things going wrong in various areas. He never DID get nauseated, which was his main fear, so thank heaven for that!

But by the end of the early evening, he had a fever and body aches and couldn't even lie on the sofa and watch his beloved Phillies play baseball.

So you KNOW he felt bad.

I piled up 5 quilts on his bed (he would tell me that I should have spelled out the number "5" because it takes fewer than [not LESS than] two words to write out, but I'm cheating on the grammar, cuz he ain't lookin.)

After the 5/five quilts were piled up, he STILL felt shivery and needed to wear his sweatshirt with the hood on.

He DID laugh when Midas Mulligan, our Boston Terrier, got excited by all the covers and pounced onto the bed, dug a big crater shape into the covers and plopped down for a warm night beside Bill.

By 4 am, Bill's fever broke, and he felt better, but still like a medium-sized Godzilla had knocked the starch out of him.

He's sleeping right now.

Well, I guess it's going to be like the weather--not whole DAYS of good or bad, but rather TIMES of good and bad.

"To everything, turn, turn, turn...."