Periodic Update

So the first two days really weren't bad. But let me tell you about the third--err--I don't remember anything about the third. I know that I was in the recliner, remember Emily getting the heated blanket for me--remember thinking that I should probably try to stay awake-- remember going to bed around 9 p.m. and I remember many trips to the BR. I was in a complete stupor most of the day I guess.

I feel better today, ate a good breakfast, took the Devil Pills.

I knew going in that a big part of this was BMgt. (as in BM). It gets to be really important! The last thing you need is abdominal cramping. So it is like the old prune commercials-- "Is one enough? Are two too many?"

Some good news: the Blues are covering the oral med.

Some bad news: we are dealing with a very agressive tumor here-- in the two weeks between diagnosis and chemo, the blood test tumor markers doubled.

Friday I have an appointment with Dr. Mueller at DRMC. Hope we hit it off well, I have a few questions. So my care will be transferred there, a much better arrangement. But I must tell you that the folks at Findlay are some of the most compassionate and caring that I have met since my good experience at Henry Ford Hospital. I don't know how they do it day after day. Saints, all of them.