We see Doc Brain Surgeon on the way who takes out the sutures himself and marvels at how Bob's brain re-expanded from herniation - quite frankly, it amazed me too.....after that stop,we continue down the peninsula to Careplex...oddly, I have more attention from Bob than I"ve had in 10 years, and when I blot reality out, I enjoy every second....
Yeah....there it is....cells in the mediastinum...for some reason it didn't seed in the lungs....but likely Satan started there...the only treatment is Carbo/cisplat with etoposide.....to begin soon with trips to Norfolk to kill the other in his head..
1/12 - we meet Susan the nurse...we meet another man starting treatment for myeloma....I pull up the recliner next to Bob, and as he eats through Chemo, I sleep soundly...Groggily ask him "is it cured now?"
By Friday, he is done with 9 hours of infusions...he gets the neulasta shot...
The weekend he thrashes with excruciating bone pain.....I finally get him to take percocet and every thing I can think of...I rub his legs until my shoulders scream, then make coffee,for I must be at work....
No matter....
By following week he is up enough....to go to Norfolk.....
We are always tired and both napped while waiting for the doc to come in. And as hair appeared on the pillow, in the shower, I took him for the chemo cut....We're looking a bit rough these days....
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