Saturday afternoon...all is still well!

Here we are at 5:24 pm on Saturday, more than 24 hours after the Cisplatin, and Bill is still (what?!) FINE!

He has been running around on steroids all day like a manic hamster--doing laundry, buying a guitar, paying bills, playing with the dogs--he even tried to sneak out alone and go to the post office and do all the grocery shopping. WHAT?!

I CAUGHT HIM just in time, and went with him. I can hardly even keep up with the man!

This is your husband;

THIS IS YOUR HUSBAND ON STEROIDS.

He has been eating all day (he's been what?!). We'll be having meatloaf and baked potatoes for dinner, and watching a Sherlock Holmes mystery (if he can sit still long enough).

Oh...he DID have some insomnia last night, but he said he LIKED it! He wrote a bunch of emails, read books. I mean, this is beyond anything I expected. That's for sure!

Right now, he is taking a nap.

So...I'll write again late Sunday and let you know if he's still eating and eating and moving at super-human speeds: kind of like Lucille Ball in the chocolate factory episode.

Till then, whoopie-ti-yi-yo! It's been a GREAT weekend!

And we are so thankful.

Love to you,
B&B