We're Boring

We accidentally skipped two days of posting, while we waited for Something to Happen so we'd have something to post about. And by Something, I don't mean Anything in Particular, I just mean Anything. At. All.

But here we are, with nothing new to report.

In un-new news: Bill feels about the same, but no worse! He is still pale, still losing weight every day, still has tachycardia. He still has equipment problems with his post-surgical gear, which problems keep him up a lot of the night. Still tired, can't eat much, sleeps all the time. Nothing new, as you can see.

We look forward very much (naiive hope-addicts that we are) to the Duke Day, because of the hope of getting more information. We plan to force His Obdurately Nonforthcomingness to give us the REAL facts--as in a prognosis--a best-case and worst-case spectrum prognosis.

At first I thought Bill wouldn't want to be present to hear the "worst-case" part of the guessing, but that ol' cowboy still has tricks up his cowboy sleeve. He surprises you! He DOES want to hear the whole truth. He says.

If he throws up his cowboy beans after hearing anything scary, he won't be allowed back in.

The only other kind of bad thing going on is that Bill's kidneys have now been malfunctioning for more than three months, which (according to my doctorate from the School of One Hour of Googling on the Subject) qualifies him as having Chronic Kidney Disease. His kidney function has been down since chemo, and right now his blood tests show that he is in Stage 3 of five possible stages of kidney-funk. Or whatever they call it. (Kidney Funk means I had to make up a name for it because I forgot the real name.) And if my guess is correct, it means that his kidneys might be causing most of his current symptoms by not Squirting out a Particular Thing (you can see I picked up all the medically accurate nephrological terms while I googled) which Thing is supposed to make his bone marrow make red blood cells. Thus, anemia. Thus no appetite, and small fevers, weight loss, whiteness, extreme fatigue, etc.

On one hand, it would be nice if all his current weirdnesses could be attributed to Kidney Funk and not to Something Worse. But at the same time, we both hope that Kidney Funk does not disqualify one for chemotherapy.

Well, now you've seen a quality of mine that Bill has put up with for lo, these many years: Even when I have absolutely nothing to say, I still talk.

Love to you!