At the clinic this morning there was a kid (about 12?) in a wheelchair, that threw a tantrum and didn't want any of the nurses to touch him. It unnerved KD. It unnerved everyone in the clinic. But KD made one of his rare comments revealing how much he hates this process he's going through. He said everything the kid was yelling was how he felt. He was sick of being poked and touched and jabbed. He wanted to just go home and never come back to the hospital. KD agreed with it all.
He had a sick belly after the chemo today also which sort of builds up on these every-day-treatment weeks. By Friday he's usually completely a zombie.
But by the evening the nausea faded. We went to Las Margaritas (yay! love that place!) for dinner and KD was a human vacuum cleaner with the food. Ate everything in front of himself, and then whatever was left on my plate. It was also Mariachi Night (and sort of empty) so we were treated to a live show at our table. I am insecure enough eating in public with my braces. I did not need a mariachi band crowded around watching us eat while they yipped and ay-ay-ay-ay-ed. Thanks for that KD :-P
Two more days of chemo, then a three day weekend. Next week is only two days of heavier treatment. Can't wait until his consult appointment with the radiology department to see what that's all about. It's amazing to think that three months ago the biggest thing going on was trying to get through the Christmas season. I would almost rather try to go shopping at the mall the week before Christmas than have to go to radiology. Cranial radiation therapy seems pretty close to the looped holiday music at the mall anyhow. I'll keep you posted once we find out which is worse.
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