This month has been more than a little difficult. After several rounds of the chemo cocktail, Mike was just feeling worse and worse. His PSA was down and his cancer number (parts per thousand or something) went to zero but so did Mike. After a knock down drag out with his doctor, it was decided that he needed a break. So right now, we are on hiatus. Mike's legs began to swell much more than usual and it turned out to be clots this time. The doctor put him on blood thinners and almost right away there was a huge difference.
Mike is walking as well as I've seen in six months. He is feeling much better and is eating everything in sight. Good news since it's my cooking he has to stomach. It's a trade off between time and quality. I want him to be happy and feel well. Right now, that's what matters.
On another subject: I've nicknamed Mr. Reagan, "Satan." I swear he lives to torture me. So not only am I living with St. Michael, now we've added Satan. It explains a lot about my sleepless nights.
Many thanks to Dolores for coming to stay with the boys during my June trip back east. Our parents have been very supportive and I just want them to know we appreciate everything they do.
Mike is walking as well as I've seen in six months. He is feeling much better and is eating everything in sight. Good news since it's my cooking he has to stomach. It's a trade off between time and quality. I want him to be happy and feel well. Right now, that's what matters.
Many thanks to Dolores for coming to stay with the boys during my June trip back east. Our parents have been very supportive and I just want them to know we appreciate everything they do.
