Yesterdays
post was really a glossed over version of just how sick Jeannie was last night
from the chemo. The good news was that she slept through most of it. The better
news was that she not only slept but had much less queasiness when she woke up this
morning. She drove herself across town for the three thousand dollar injection
designed to reboot her white blood cell production, then hit Meijer for a few
items, gassed up her vehicle, came home and did a couple loads of laundry and
walked the dogs. In between she did catch a couple naps. But a remarkable rally
from last night.
I’ve
been writing all the entries. She’s reviewed them, suggested changes. But she’s
left the writing to me. Last night she didn’t even feel good enough to look at
the draft before I posted. She was greener than Kermit. Greener than money,
than either of the peas in a pod. She was so green I was amazed she could
sleep. Today she’s still talking about going to the Greek Festival this
weekend. The last time we missed was about ten years ago. That was the Labor
Day weekend I fell off our roof. No broth tonight. I grilled a couple pork
chops. She made a tomato salad. And she tolerated it all quite well.
Like
I said she’s left the lions share of the writing to me. But today she even
wrote a few words:
I have never been particularly good
at asking for help or accepting it even, really. Lately you’re not giving me much choice. It’s a strange feeling to be the focus of so
much generosity. I’m at a bit of a loss
for words. Thank You all from the bottom
of my heart.
At
the Greek Festival, I don’t foresee her doing shots of Ouzo. On the other hand
she’s never done Ouzo at the Greek Festival so why start now? Opa!
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