4 Down, 2 To Go...

or Not Too Bad Actually...
or Two Thirds Done!
or Like Night and Day
or At Least I'm Not as Sick as That Guy
or How to Waste 6 Good Titles on One Post...

Lots of good stuff to report so where to start is the problem. The last few days are a total 180 from Saturday and Sunday. The pain just sort of lifted, a bit of an appetite returned and a lightness that had been missing reappeared (in my opinion as a result of hearing the CA125 test results.) Nanc even admitted again tonight that even with the side effects, it's like a no-brainer - just finish the protocol. Seriously, how can you argue with those results?

Four down and 2 to go -or- 12 infusions down and 6 to go. We were talking last night - actually I was talking and she was crying because she has trouble seeing the light at the end of the tunnel sometimes. She admitted that she'll see more light at the end of round 5. It's kind of tough arguing with the person going through the treatments if you know what I mean.

So my sister Candy was here for the last 6 days and was such a huge help that we tried talking her into staying. I mean who really wants to do their own dishes and shopping and laundry - even the dogs got used to having her around. And oh yeah - the homemade pound cake wasn't too bad either. It has become a breakfast staple - just spread a little butter and toast in a warm pan. Serve it with a 7 minute egg, some fresh peach and voila! Nancy's breakfast - served daily from 7:30 am until 11:00 am - 8:00 am until noon on weekends...

About the guy mentioned in title 5 above. They wheeled him into the infusion center just as we were leaving Wednesday afternoon. It looked as if he had just come from radiation therapy and was having trouble sitting up straight. And was he sick. I mean I haven't heard retching like that since my last nightmare before Nanc's treatments started. I was hearing it and feeling it all day Thursday. And the nurses were a little upset that he hadn't been taken care of before they transported him to the infusion center. The guy was sick, alone, cold - it was every nightmare you hear about cancer treatment. Quite a brutal reminder of how bad it can get sometimes. All things considered, it could be a lot worse...

xoxo