A Peaceful Week of Rest

Hi there... :)

It's been a nice and restful stay-at-home week at our place.

No doctors.  No treatments.  No pokes or prods or poisons.

It's been a week off from what's become our normal.  Kind of like the intermission between features.  The first show is over, the second is about to begin.

Tomorrow we're back to the oncologist for a couple of hours, and we'll see where Rob's blood counts have decided to settle for this week.  We are pretty sure where they are, but we can always hope it's going to play out differently.

Then Thursday, as long as his numbers are good enough, it's time for the 'double-whammy' again, where we'll pack our goodie bag of books and odds and ends to keep us both busy for 7-10 hours while we hope that all Rob's going through is working to 'buy him time,' as they tell us.  

What exactly does that mean?  How much time?  Nobody seems to know.  Is it 'time' like when you're 10 years old and feeling like it will be forever before you grow up?  Or is it 'time' like when you wonder what happened to the day?  We're siding with the child still inside us both.

Rob's been doing okay, not really swinging back like he did after the first round, but we were expecting that as the chemo drugs continue to build up within him.  He hasn't been able to stop or change around any of the nausea meds.  He did try.  It was not a good idea.  He is resting quite often, for long periods of time.  And it's okay, because it's what his body is demanding for what it's going through.

We switched Rob to a very gentle shampoo to try and slow the hair loss, but as of this evening, he told me even that is not working any longer.  Oh, he still has his "hippie-tail" as I call it... however, it's thinning out, and I can see more flesh all around than I ever could before.  It doesn't matter to me, though.  He's still the man I love, and hair or no hair, he is precious in my sight.

And how are other things in our little part of the world?  

Well, our Darby-dog is better, and turning 11 tomorrow.  Our fish Juno is still fighting the good fight to recover.  Our cat Gypsy is...well... she's just her normal drive-me-crazy cat self.  My daughter has good days and rough days... but even on her rough days she is an inspiration of joy and positivity in my world.

Me?  I work, I try to sleep, I cry quietly here and there, and I have meltdowns when we run out of dish soap (or juice or anything else in my line of vision at that moment).  I keep moving and rearranging furniture (an emotional release to me), and I try hard to make the uglies stay out of my head and instead let God's peace fill me.  Sometimes I get lost and it's a struggle, but I find my way eventually.  And then I get up and do it all again, hopefully better.  

And it's good to have the chance to do that.

It will be a full week, and I will try to post either during or after Rob's treatment on Thursday.  This is the start of Round 3, and they say "...the third time's a charm..."   Let's hope so!

Thank you so much for your continued help, support, and prayers... they are appreciated more than you'll ever be able to possibly know.  Truly and completely.


In Love and In Peace,

Cheri ♥