January 24, 2019
I have not been writing. We stopped doing the words. Elaine was miserable last time after chemo. The root canal, done the day after Chemo #7 and the wonderful PET scan results, was very traumatic, and the recovery time was prolonged. It sucked the life right out of this place. Then Ron decided to come down suddenly, and nothing has been normal since.
Yesterday was chemo #8. Dr. Chew was obviously very pleased with Elaine's most recent results. There was a medical student, and he was glad for her to see the positive change. He asked whether recovery from the last cycle was less intense, but we explained that the root canal had clouded that.
Chemo was next, and it was fairly normal. Elaine's nurse was the quiet one, so it wasn't as much girl talk as sometimes occurs. I wasn't feeling well. I still don't, and I am flying to WV tomorrow afternoon.
At chemo, I noticed how thin Elaine's hair has gotten. She has been talking about getting it cut, so we went in the afternoon. The girl used the clippers on 3 and 4, like a guy's haircut. This uncovered Elaine's strange crowns and a few alopecia spots, but it looks kind of cute. And it feels much better to her. She sprayed it with purple dye to perk it up a bit. The girl at the salon was so nice, and the manager told her it was no charge. She took pictures to post on Facebook right away.
Now it's 4 PM, and she and Ron are out. He wants to go out every day. This is the second day I have begged off.I hope she doesn't overdo it while I am gone. I know how much she wants to please him. I am looking forward to seeing the baby and helping GG out. But I will worry.
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