That Red Devil tried to get the best of my cowboy, but my cowboy ain't fazed. Red Devil is nothin' more than a "burp" in the road to Cowboy Billy!
(Thanks to Clifford for this photo.)
Actually, Bill had a few really awful days in this round, but after he hits bottom, he starts back up again, and we're two days into improvement right now.
He had his blood test today, and while he showed some borderline-low scores, he still wasn't bad enough to need an IV booster. They also said he can come in any time he gets that 24-hour nausea, and get IV drips to knock that back, and maybe a low dose of steroids to cheer him on.
So we look forward to a very decent week upcoming. His next event is July 5th, when he gets the last dose of Red Devil before they do the MRI in Wake Forest soon thereafter, to see if the Doxyrubicin has worked on the tumor.
Gratuitous and Irrelevant Lesson on the Dangers of Gyms
I had a tiny drama with a bacterial eye infection this week, but today I got antibiotic drops, so that's that. It was in the same eye that 2 weeks ago was diagnosed with macular wrinkles and retinal membrane (no treatment needed), and the day after THAT exam was when tears started coming out of that same eye ceaselessly. The eye got gradually grosser. The Ophthalmologist admitted that the dilation drops could have been contaminated, or the equipment improperly disinfected, since I caught it the day after being there. Oops. But it could also have come from my daily gym trips.
Did you know that gyms are, per square inch, the germiest places on earth? And gyms account for a huge percentage of eye infections. You touch a piece of equipment that someone forgot to sanitize, you push your hair back or wipe the sweat off your forehead, a drop of sweat rolls down into your eye, and voila! Eye infection! Even gloves are no help. The only solution, the Dr. said, is to carry your own personal tube of hand sanitizer cream, and use it before and after EVERY SINGLE surface you touch! What a pain! But, okay. Eye infections are gross. No pinkeye for bacterial infections (only for viral), but when you wake up, your eye is glued shut and you look like something that crawled out of Stephen King's Pet Cemetary.
On that picturesque note, I conclude today's news! I probably won't write again till Sunday, as nothing should happen by then, but I'll just let you know.
Thank you always and always!