Bill is cruising along, with glitches

Yes. I missed posting on Sunday. I have proven myself utterly unreliable with the vow to post each Sunday. Forgive....

Update on Willy: Nothing new has happened at the chemo clinic. BUT. Nothing new has happened with Wake Forest setting up that 90-day scan, which is now wayyyyyyyyyy overdue. I say to Bill, "Don't you want me to call and set that up for you?" He says, "No. It's too much fun to act like nothing is wrong."

Eek.

Lately, his main troubles have been miscellaneous weirdnesses. He thinks he has swollen lymph nodes under one arm. I found them, when I was fake pushing him backwards (nice way to treat a cancer victim isn't it?) and I said, "Hey! What is THAT?" when I felt it. He checked, and thinks there's something there, too. But to remain calm (Who said, "I'd rather be happy than right?")(That person would not make a good cancer patient.), Bill has asked me not to talk about the lymph glands ANNNNNNNNNY more. So, that's his call! I'm actually less worried about them after googling for 8 thousand hours and finding out that when they feel like a big marshmallow, it's usually not bad. When they feel like gravel has gotten stuck under your skin, that's bad. His is marshmallow quality.

Also he is having quite a bit of external bleeding from his abdominal area. He says his abdominal area seems swollen, and his big new thing is tremendous fatigue from doing things he could do just weeks ago. Last night, he even called out for help after lying down suddenly across his bed after coming upstairs, while I was on the porch. Only he said, "HALP" instead of "HELP" and the term "halp" is a comedic term in our house for when you're saying what the dog is thinking and we pretend that the dog can't pronounce "help" except as "halp" so I thought Bill was joking. Ooops! He wasn't. I had to check his heart, and pulse, and help him kind of stabilize. Not sure what that's all about. He has bells hanging on a string from the bed headboard, and I said, "Why didn't you ring the bells????" and he said, "I couldn't reach them with my foot." (He was lying across the bed, perpendicular to the way you're supposed to lie in bed.) Wish I could have seen him trying to ring the bells with his foot. He is silly, even though he is sick.

He still plans to go ahead with a semester at Appalachian State. Hmmmmmmm. Not sure that's really an excellent plan, but he is stubborn, and I DO put my two cents in, but I never get any gumballs. He just does his thing, no matter what I advise. Big sigh!

That's it for now. Unless something happens this week, I'll post again "next Sunday"--and I put "next Sunday" in quotation marks to indicate that neither I nor you actually think I will remember to post ON Sunday. If I moved the deadline to Monday, I'd probably post on Tuesday.

Thank you for always caring!

Much love,

Beth