Well, Jeff's having a hard time. His "second week" (of Cycle Three of biochemo) ends today. This was supposed to be the rest and recovery week, however, he has been extremely nauseous since he was released from the hospital. This means that for the past week he has been unable to eat anything of substance or hold anything down. He's frustrated and discouraged because all he can do is suffer through it--he can't change it. Dr. Legha changed Jeff's anti-nausea medications with hope that a different drug combo would work better for him, but so far he hasn't seen any change for the better. Dr. Legha said that Jeff needs to try to drink as much as possible so he doesn't get dehydrated. If he can't hold liquids down, Dr. Legha threatened to put him on IV nutrition.
Jeff had a rough day yesterday as well, in addition to the usual nausea and throwing up, he had blood tests (which meant he couldn't eat or drink anything), and due to an administrative error in the doctor's orders, he was unable to get a time-sensitive Procrit shot to improve his red blood count, and he also had to wait 2 and a half hours in the doctor's office due to a scheduling error. So, he started his day around 8:00 a.m. and ended it around 5:30 p.m., in the meantime he was completely malnourished and backlogged in multiple medical appointments--all of which only exacerbated his nausea and fatigue.
Today, he goes back for more blood tests and his Procrit shot. I pray that all goes well for him and that he can begin to regain some weight and strength. I wish with all my heart there was more that I could do for him. I'm sure having such a difficult recovery week makes him feel all the more alone. Even though he always has people in his presence (generally, me or his mom), we, unfortunately, cannot bear this terrible burden for him. Although we can empathize, we cannot truly comprehend his feelings and fears. Ugh! I don't even know what else to say . . .
On a more positive note, one of Jeff's best friends is coming to visit him next week. Marc Schulte is flying to Houston from Seattle to spend a couple of days with Jeff and Mary. Like Jeff, Marc is philosophical and intellectual, but also fun and an all-around cool guy. Even if Jeff doesn't feel good while Marc is there, I'm sure they'll have a good time.
On the home front, Jack is on the mend but Regan and I have colds. Aubrey is starting to cough. Oh well. That's the way it goes.
I have a work meeting, so I have to sign off. Until next time . . .