Thursday 4/15 was another good day health wise, no problems what so ever. Felt good all day, worked outside. A little nausea, but I seem to have that everyday and I am learning to live with it. Then evening came and I came inside and showered. Then the depression set in, a feeling of remorse came over me, but what will be, will be and what has to be, has to be done.Why me? So I with a trembling hand, I went ahead and shaved off my beard.
Friday 4/16 was another good day as far feeling better than I have in long time. Rick, a friend of mine from work, and his wife were driving by and stopped by for a few minutes in the morning to talk. Then in the afternoon we got a beautiful creation sent by my work, an edible plant. The lady responsible for sending this plant is just one of the really great set of people I work with and for. I went to work that afternoon for the first time in about three weeks. Rick and I had a fairly busy evening, Rick carried most of the load for the evening, but I felt good at least being back to work, even if it will only be for a few days before I have to do chemo again. I did have a lot fun at work. My hair is starting to fall now, so every time some one would start talking about my cancer, I would reach up and pull a big lock of hair. Some people would laugh, some people thought I was trying to pull a joke, and some would freak out. It was entertaining.
Saturday 4/17 was another good day physically and even better emotionally. My brother helped me change the mower over on my tractor to a roto tiller. Then we loaded it on to our trailer. Debi, our granddaughter Zoey, and took the tiller up to my daughter Tally’s house. They just brought this place this last winter. She likes to garden, I tilled up a plot for her and the family. But the best part was watching my granddaughters play with goats that daughter owns. There is one goat, named Alice, who thinks she is dog and the queen of the farm. That goat herded Zoey all over the place and acted if she owned the joint. The only thing that would have make it better would be to have the two boys in Texas here playing with the goats. When we got home that evening I went over to my daughter Brandy’s house to pick up some stuff and my year old grandson was best buddy. He kept bringing me toys, wanting to climb on my lap, and talking to me in a language only he can understand. My daughter has decided officially now that we have him saying Grandpa and Sponge Bob. So I am with some good company at the top of the list. Now that was a prefect.
The only bad thing that happens was the drive up to Greenville to Tally's house. Debi and I both have been sick lately and some of it seems to be lingering on in the form of lots and lots of gas. I say it is the Chemo Drugs and she say it is sympathy gas. Mine come out as burps, hers come out the other end. Well on the drive to Greenville, I was hanging my head out the truck window, like a dog, with tears in my eyes. Poor Zoey was strapped in the back seat with no where to escape. It was like being put in a gas chamber. She says is trying to cure me. I say the cure is worst than the disease. Where was she at back when this first started and I tried to convince her that SEX was a cure?
This morning we are planning to go to my daughter Tally’s church with her family. My sister, who was a beautician, and the two young grandkids are going met us over at my mother’s house. Last night when I took a shower I plugged off the drain with my hair, so we are going to buzz what’s left of it.
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