Post treatment update

My treatments on Thursday and Friday went well. In fact, my hemoglobin numbers were back over 10, so I didn't need to get the red cell booster shot. Hurray! On Friday, I was nauseated from the Gemzar, so when I went in for the Zometa, they gave me Zofran by IV. That took care of it for the weekend, so other than being tired and spending lots of time napping or watching television in bed, I felt okay. I even managed to pay some bills and wash and style my wig yesterday.

Ed continues to do practically everything around the house: laundry, cooking, dishes. The only thing we need to get accomplished when I have some more strength is cleaning. The dust and dirt is piling up. Hopefully next weekend I'll feel motivated to get some stuff done, and since my boss will be away in mid-April for about 10 days, I'll have plenty of time to catch up. I can't stand it when the house is dirty.

I am starting to think about our trip to Paris and what our tentative plans will be. I'm trying not to rush it since we have more than a month before we go. I think once I understand exactly how to get to the places outside the city we want to visit, I'll feel more comfortable. I guess I need to get out those travel guide books again.

The weather at home reached 72 yesterday and the sun even came out for a while. I missed it since I was sleeping, but Ed said it was like a little taste of summer. I can't wait until the warmer days of Spring are here to stay.

Finally, some sad news on the Spot front. Cathy, his "other mom," contacted us about his tumor, which is growing at a rapid rate. The skin is so thin over the tumor that it's starting to come off when she changes the bandage. Her vet is going to try to debulk the tumor in an operation tomorrow, but apparently he had some difficulty waking Spot up from the anesthesia during his last surgery so he isn't certain how this will go. Cathy said that if Spot was in pain or discomfort, it would be an easier decision to let him go. However, he seems to be in good spirits other than hating his collar (to prevent him from chewing off his bandages), not enjoying the daily dressing change, and limping a bit. I'm torn between wanting the surgery to go well and letting him go, since it's only a matter of time before the tumor becomes inoperable. We'll find out on Wednesday how he made out.