I went home last night about 10 (only took one shot of the good scotch, Sam), and came back in a little before 9, I think. All in all, dp is feeling pretty good (and well!) There is some soreness, but she's not taking anti-emetics, and she feels her right side neuropathy is better already. She was dozing when I came in, but woke up shortly after. I talked to one of the residents (he kinda sounds like Tim D), and the plan was to get her up and see what she could do. It was sounding at that point like they might let her go tomorrow.
The nurse noticed that she was having trouble swallowing (that actually started last week, I think), so a speech and swallow therapist came in about the time she had lunch, watched and felt her swallowing, and restricted her to a thickened diet. You can pretty much have anything you want, but it's either pureed or thickened to the same consistency. There's a swallow CT series (she said they call it the 'cookie test') scheduled now for Friday, so I guess we'll be here until then.
Trooley and I went home for a frisbee/supper break, and got back here a little after 7. She's been sleeping *hard* since I got here, but with some shaking, she woke up long enough to say she wasn't hungry, and to pass the nurse's is-your-brain-still-working tests. Her vitals look good, and the day nurse says that dp was seen by and spoke to one of the staff doctors shortly before I got here, so I guess we'll write it up to catching up.
It was one year ago today that we first heard the word 'cancer.' A weird holiday, I guess, but it does mark the start of a lot of changes in a lot of our lives, so it seems like it's worth mentioning. Happy Cancer Day.
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I've been trying to figure out how to "mark" the day myself. It didn't seem right to ignore it, but Happy Anniversary felt all wrong, too. So here's to "Cancer Day"!
Thanks for the great update!xxoo
It seems like a long time ago we first heard "cancer," and it seems like not long ago at all. At first defiant, our response is today is more an expression of endurance.
We are still present in each other's lives. Diana is still very much inhabiting her own head. She shows strength we all knew was there and feels bad for not accomplishing more. It's hard to keep score in life. I'm more grateful for time than I used to be. My own experience with mortality has been my parents inevtiably progressive diseases. And with the entropy inherent in middle age, of course.
This cancer is something else. We don't know where it's going. I think you two have made very good choices. I like having you both around. I'm lucky because it's a short drive to visit. Remember, DP, that when I come to see you, it's not for you. It's for me.
Robyn has influenza B. We're all popping Tamaflu and hoping not to be infected. I believe I'll stay away until this subsides.
Spring is emerging from the 10 foot piles of snow and revealing prodigious quantities of hound guano in my back yard. I need to clear all the fecal detrirus away in order to make room for tulips and crocus. Crociii. Isn't that just the way life is?
Much love from CRapids. S.
Oh, and Kevin: Drink all the Scotch you want.
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