The week ends in happiness -- in spite of the vestiges of yuck. Nadine got appetite and energy, and there were visits from dear friends from Vermont, a dinner party, and Nadine going contra dancing!! (This spans two posts).
Tuesday was Nadine's check-up and weekly asparaginase shot (chemo) injection. She was feeling and looking wretched of wretched, having lost dinner the night before and throwing up twice in the treatment room, sending me scurrying down the hall for a bucket. Afterwards Margaret came in for a long troubleshooting session and a "game plan" was devised to hopefully counter these side-effects --- a behind-the-ear patch to try to dry up the spit, and a new anti-nausea medicine to replace the old one. Another med was added to avoid side effects from the new nausea med (sigh). Margaret also decided that a rest at home would be better than a transfusion right then (her levels were borderline).
Soon, it all started to work! The spit dried up, and that was normal. The nausea stopped. Along with it Nadine looked a lot more peaceful. There was talk of a transfusion, but Margaret decided Nadine would do better getting some rest, so I took her home.
At home, she lay on the couch and read me some jokes. I noticed that her voice was clear and strong. She napped after that. She wanted some homemade vegetable soup, which I made for her. When she napped, I went into the other room to write.
She wanted some home-made vegetable soup, which I made for her. I went into the other room to type journal, and returned.
She was walking around! She got her own soup! She might have been even washing dishes! What a gift! What a treat!
Soon bedtime came, and it was a joyful, peaceful event for a change. She looked a bit tired, but there was peace, and I celebrated!!!!
Although our wonderful friends from Vermont had arrived Tuesday night, I think it was wise that Nadine declined to go to see them until the morning. She wanted energy for the rest of the week, and she got it.
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