Decompressing ??

Holy Cow, Anne came home from the hospital Monday, and now it's Thursday .  WOW.  Hard to believe.   

On Tuesday evening Anne indicated she was worried about chemo starting on Weds, and rightly so.  Thinking about it, it clearly wasn't time to start chemo, what with her stomach pain from Fridays surgery.  She was still recovering, and it would have been disastrous if she had had any dry heaves from the chemo.  So, we delayed those Dec 14 treatments, and rescheduled for a week later, Dec 21st.

That decision took the pressure off.  I feel as though I'm decompressing.  For 3 days now we haven't had to travel to town, something we've done every day since Nov 28.  It's been a relief for me, and Anne is in the same boat, and able to recover slowly but surely.

She walks using a walker right now, and it's a real challenge to travel out to the car, down the road, and back into the house.

This morning she got Erika's b-day present ready to mail, and the card, and she was worn out from that activity.

Anne still isn't eating very well, she isn't hungry, and she wakes up in the night with acid in her throat, and pain in her stomach.  Maybe she's afraid to eat.  She manages with pain meds, and if we time it right it helps alot.  Last night she moaned about every 4 hours, I woke and I got her a pain pill, and it was a good night.  No upset stomach.

This week off from traveling has been good.  I had arranged to have Weds-Friday off from work and it was a blessing.  Next week we have chemo treatments to look forward to.  Think about it.  It's a heavy load.  I wish it wasn't so tough on Anne.  We'll move ahead tho and continue on down this road, this battle, or what ever you call it.  There's no doubt though, it's worth it.  We're here for each other.