James had chemo on Tuesday, all went well. Long day but to be expected and with the nurse popping in/out checking on you changing meds adjusting lines (one IV kept setting the alarm off on the automated drip so she switched it out) it goes by pretty quickly. Also James' chemo nurse, Terri, is an angel but then I think all chemo nurses are angels. What a job.
This bit may be slightly graphic, not really bad but my sister Linda may not want to read. Skip on to the next.... He's had his third radiation treatment this morning. Noticed a little bloody tinge to the stoma stuff starting yesterday but they said that's to be expected. He's been wanting me to clean/suction less and less but I force him to sit once and a while when he starts to sound gurgle-y (technical term) then after a little clean up w/suction equip all is better.
No real side effects yet (that he's told me about) but he's a tough cookie and may be keeping some things to himself. He was out shoveling in the storm last night for a couple hours then again this AM before going over to snowblow round the corner for the elderly gentleman he assists. Our snowblower is dead in the side yard so thanks to our sweetest of neighbors, Jess Hart, for snowblowing our driveway after her driveway before our two neighbors cross the street driveways (yikes) all before she left for work (yikes again). It was 18" of heavy wet snow.
We did get all of the anti-nausea meds, one he takes day 2-3-4 after chemo automatically and the other 2 are back-up as-needed. Nice to have an arsenal of meds just in case. Haven't needed the extras, yet.
He's been very good about keeping up the fluids more gatorade than water but some water.
We found out that the little Starbucks kiosk as the hosp does not take Starbucks gift cards (thanks to Mom and Lisa for the gifts) so we drove to a Starbucks near hospital after treatment today to purchase beautiful ground coffee and he (and I) will bring a to-go-cup every morning of delicious Starbucks mmmm to the 10:30 rad treatment. Perfect!
We've found that the 10:30 a.m. timeslot is PERFECT for missing morning commuter and school bus traffic but hideous for finding garage parking once we get to the hosp. Ah well...
Can't think what else is new.
Life feels normal. Normal is good. Life is good. Hope it is for you too! xxoo
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