He Failed The Blood Test & Hadda Get A Drip...

Poor ole Cowboy Willy. He thought he was just dropping by the chemo clinic for a quick check of his blood, and then home again in half an hour.

Nopers.

His magnesium had crashed and burned--even though he had a GIANT drip just a week ago. He was all out of it again, and had to be admitted, put in a bed, and given a half day drip of magnesium and whatever they squirt in there with it. No chemo though.

He got the somewhat disheartening news that it will be six to twelve months before he feels right again, can taste food properly, isn't nauseated, can catch his breath, and so on. Yikes! He was hoping to be in a golf tournament in early August...I guess he'll be lucky if he feels good enough to ride along in the cart!

The better news is that Boone Oncology is going to give him continued monitoring. We were afraid they'd cut him loose, and we'd have to drive two hours every time something came up (to Wake Forest, where his MAIN Oncologist is). But no. He will get checkups every couple of weeks or as needed to monitor his blood and health, for, it sounded like, the rest of this year.

He will still, though, have his scans at Wake. Those are the scary things, as they can flip our world in one hour. The next one, as I've said, is something like late July, but we don't have a date yet. Could be August.

I'll continue to post on Sundays while the drama factor is low. If I forget, don't worry about him as your first response: it's probably just that I...well...FORGOT! haha

Thank you for loving him through this last long haul, which actually started in October 2010 when they found the liver tumors. We are just now at the end of the chemo which THAT event started.

Gratefulness and love to each and every one of you who has taken the time to read this, and to care. To quote good ol' Dickens: God bless us, every one!

Beffie