Yesterday I shared with a bunch of friends that I’d invoked a prayer to St. Anthony in desperation on a hunt for my eyeglasses, up against the clock ticking toward a not-to-be-missed medical appointment. Obviously they were in the condo, but I’d searched everywhere I’d been, everywhere I hadn’t been, even into closets I hadn’t…
Last week I wrote of Kelly’s continuing problem with jaw pain. I said that I was afraid my concern combined with my inability to do much (last week was chemo week; enough said) was causing confusion over her care. I said as much to Casey and Cathy, and whether or not it was is a moot question now. Jerry,…
Pain
Chemo III was yesterday. I felt great, checked out great by the lab and the doc, and reported to Spa Chemo with my friend Maria and settled in. Fifteen minutes into the Taxol drip I started to go into shock. The team had things under control in seconds and after all was calm, resumed the…
Life abundant, even with cancer
Martha took me in this morning. Jerry felt he needed to be there but I forced him to go play golf, wrenching his arm almost out of its socket. I convinced him by reminding him how I cherish one on one time with my daughters, and if he came Martha would have to leave because Spa Chemo…