(I have a feeling that I slightly annoy some blog readers by not posting more often. I also have a feeling that I slightly annoy some other blog readers by talking about how I annoy the first set of blog readers because I don't post more often. Officially acknowledging, therefore, that I either do or don't annoy some or all blog readers, and my mind having officially shut down trying to figure out what I just wrote, let us begin...)
Billy our Pony Boy had a MUCH better than expected experience this week! HeeeRAYYYY!
After the megatron bomb drips of last week, followed by the two Neupogen shots this week, we thought we were going to end up in a fetal position in a closet somewhere.
But nay.
Bill did feel like something on a shingle for a few days, and his nausea seems to be increasing gradually with every round, and he can't sleep too well, and he can't stand most of his old favorite foods any more, and he can't sip his Glenlivet 21 single malt with pleasure any more (I almost wrote "approbriously" but not sure that was the right word. Sometimes vocabulary words I memorized for the GRE pop into my head of their own accord. Chimerically.), and he's tired all the time, and, after the Neupogen shots, his hips and sternum felt like they had transmogrified into boiling lava lamps, but OTHER THAN THAT, he was fine.
(Transmogrified? Am I drinking too much coffee this morning?)
I actually didn't mean for that paragraph about his negative side effects to be ironic. We both actually are extremely grateful that things were not much worse.
His oncologist gave him a new kind of pain pill (Percocet), because the Vicodins were doing nothing for him, and these Percocets got him through the nights where he previously could only sit up, awake, groaning with pain in his bones.
So, as of today, he is feeling fairly great. As I type this, he is sleeping. We had a whole bunch of fun last night at an Italian restaurant. See how good he is that he could do that? YyyyyAY!
Today, he gets a blood test, and if he's okay, he will get his Gemzar drip (the not-so-bad chemical).
But most of the Gemzar drip days have turned into surprise packages of Go-Home-ness after they look at his blood, so who knows what they'll find in his blood today. Maybe some fettucini and meatballs from last night. Or maybe the cranberry sauce from Thanksgiving is still in there. But I'll let you know!
Wishing you love, light, peace, happiness, and lots and lots of sweet, gooey holiday treats that don't make you gain weight.
Seriously: thank you for your love and prayers and caring.
Beffie Weffie
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ReplyDeleteBut I am glad to hear that his system is handling it better this time dearling!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!! (I had an epic three hour dance party this morning, I'll pretend it's cause I knew before you said anything and I was rejoicing for you both!)