One good day, One Bad.

Monday 4/12 was a good day, no problems what so ever. Felt good all day, worked outside, went and visited my brother and Mother. The grandkids were back and we got to play. My grandson found out that grandpa’s toys were better than Grandma. He set with me and rode around and around the yard on the tractor and didn’t want to get off. Notice the good looking kid with the guy with a good looking beard and that still has his hair. The only problem I have with the beard is that the Chemo drugs must have affected the color someway. There is a lot more grey hair in my beard than there was in 1983. The doctor told me last week that I would be bald next week, I guess I can’t wait any longer to lose it, I am going to have shave, because I go back to work on Friday. I remember in 1983 my middle daughter cried when I shaved my beard. She said she didn't like daddy without a beard and I said I didn't like daddy without a beard. Now this time I will be the one crying.


Tuesday 4/13 ended up being a bad day with even a worst night. The grandson apparently had the flu the last few days of their trip to Texas and they thought he was getting over it. But Typhoid Zane wasn’t over it. Debi got sick Monday during the night with nausea and vomiting, the same as he had. Then Tuesday morning, she was so sick that I let her sleep in a couple extra hours and took care of the kids and got Zoey on the bus for school. Debi got up and said she was feeling better, so I left and went outside. Then she called me back inside about 1:00 PM, apparently her and the boy had projectile vomiting. So she went back to bed and I had both kids. My granddaughter Zoey was excellent, played by herself most of the afternoon, which she usually doesn’t do. The grandson, Zane played about 20 minutes, and then the stuff hit the fan. He found out that Grandma wasn’t in the room, which is a major crisis. He cried himself asleep on my chest on and off for about two hours. By this time I started to feel nauseated and going down hill fast. Well I tried to keep the kids as quiet as could until grandma woke to save the world. But she didn’t get up until about 5:15PM and as soon as my daughter about 5:35PM, all we could say was TAKE THEM AWAY NOW.

Luckily I have nausea medication for small, medium and large discomfort. We both took some of the medium. I had a cup of soup for dinner and Debi had a ½ cup. Then we were both ready for bed before 7:00PM. After we went to bed, Debi threw up several more times during the night and still had the nausea pretty bad. I on the other hand, had it coming out the other end and I bet I was up every 30 to 45 minutes the entire night going to the bathroom.

We both felt better when we got up about 7:30AM, still a little nausea, but OK. I had to go the doctor’s office @ 8:30 AM to have a blood test. They said my counts were good and I am all set to get another Chemo treatment next Wednesday. Worked outside once I got home from the doctor and just came in for a light lunch. So I thought I would finish this and sent it out.