Thursday and Friday? Meh.
Funny how the chemo picks up steam. The first few days aren't bad, but then his energy disappears, his appetite wanes, and he fights off waves of nausea as the treatment's dark side emerges.
He seems content to bask in the sunshine like an old horned toad brought in from the desert. And that's fine. He'll rebound for a few hours and work on the computer.
Post-chemo weekends are usually pretty mellow with low expectations and that's exactly what this one is shaping up to be. No big plans, just puttering around the house getting a few things done while the weather is still nice.
Meanwhile, Erik and I abandoned the patient, bought a tree permit, stomped around in the snow until we found a nice fir tree and tied it to the top of the SUV. At home, after we set it in a bucket of water, we both looked at the Doug fir growing outside the window and wondered why in the heck we went out and cut a tree when there was a perfectly acceptable candidate right in our backyard.
Hmmm.
Funny how the chemo picks up steam. The first few days aren't bad, but then his energy disappears, his appetite wanes, and he fights off waves of nausea as the treatment's dark side emerges.
He seems content to bask in the sunshine like an old horned toad brought in from the desert. And that's fine. He'll rebound for a few hours and work on the computer.
Post-chemo weekends are usually pretty mellow with low expectations and that's exactly what this one is shaping up to be. No big plans, just puttering around the house getting a few things done while the weather is still nice.
Meanwhile, Erik and I abandoned the patient, bought a tree permit, stomped around in the snow until we found a nice fir tree and tied it to the top of the SUV. At home, after we set it in a bucket of water, we both looked at the Doug fir growing outside the window and wondered why in the heck we went out and cut a tree when there was a perfectly acceptable candidate right in our backyard.
Hmmm.
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