7/12's there

The seventh appointment was this morning at 10am. We were sure her blood counts wold be down since she's been tired all week, but instead they were actually higher than they were last week. So were her white blood cells and platelets (blood clotting cells).

And of course that's all very good and we were really pleased with these numbers. Still, she's been tired this week. So what do you think? She went to her mother's cabin last Friday, slept well Friday night - due to her sleeping pills, her mother and sister had to "take" her to bed - but not Saturday night, so she comes home Sunday dragging her "you know what" across the floor. She went upstairs and rested for the rest of the day. That was Sunday and she slept pretty good that night because she took a pill; so on Monday, I asked her if she wanted to go the Prosser State's Day parade and take the kids to the carnival in the city park. She said, "sure," so we did.

When we got home, the kids hit the pool and Lois hit the bed upstairs for some rest. Later we had hamburgers with the Whole Gang (Derik, his roomie, James, Brooke, Kiauna, Izaiah, Aiden, and Maia Rose). Lois was doing ok, after everyone left we watched some tv. (We like to watch "Everybody Loves Ramond," and "Frasier" everynight at 10 on Fox.) Then she couldn't sleep last night again.

She was actually looking forward to the benadryl drip at chemo today so she could sleep for a while.

Right now she's on the couch in the tv room, snoozing. I'm telling her it's all over for the next five weeks: no more running around, shopping, taking trips to the cabin, organizing all our lives - it's time to start storing up some energy. But then I know - it's going to be like Raymond's poor attempts to gain control in his household.

Wish me luck, and if you have any ideas how to regain the control I had before I was married and living alone, drop them in the comment box below.