A Quiet Week

A week off is a good thing in one way and a bad thing in another. I thought it would help her to feel good and do some normal things. It had not had that effect, instead she is just dreading going down the chemo road to hell, one more time. Two months, we can do it. Two more months of weekly visits, low counts, nausea, lack of appetite, stress and worry of the chemo kind.

We will make it. We will be able to do what we need to do. We are troopers but more like Patton's Army as it began to run out of supplies as it was heading further and further from home and support. This might be the roughest part of the journey because we know what to expect we have been through this next phase two times before.

We are grateful that we have the chance to get here. Some kids stumble on the way and have to take other paths. We would rather not do that thank-you very much.

Well I am going to try and get her out of bed. Always a big challenge. The house must be prepared for the housekeeper. The dog need a walk and I am out of cream.

All in All it is seeming like our former life and that feels good.