Drama Queen
Gilly awoke after a 14 hour sleep feeling fit as a fiddle (well, everything is relative these days). He stirred only once (to get himself a plate of apple crisp). Otherwise, he snored peacefully all night, obviously needing sleep in a big way.
If you ask, he will tell you point blank, “My wife likes to dramatize things.” Perhaps, but he had me going big time! They used to call me Sarah Heartburn, but in this case there was a legitimate cause for concern. When I read him the blog posting, he admitted that all was true, so who’s kidding who?
I went into work slightly later than originally planned so as to ensure Gilly could manage alone. I reached Janet at the Jewish in between meetings, and found out that Gilly’s final mask fitting is scheduled for Thursday. His first radiation session will take pace on Monday, May 1st. He’ll start the Temodal on Sunday evening.
We are all anxious to get this journey on the road. To be honest, I’m riddled with anxieties about the whole ordeal; the fine details that need to be managed throughout, the potential risks, making sure he maintains a proper diet when I'm not in the house...all sorts of who knows what. We are about to embark on an unfamiliar path. We have been given a map, and I plan to follow it very carefully.
Gilly will become susceptible to colds and so on during the course of treatment (at certain points especially), and this can be potentially dangerous. He must not be in contact with anyone who has a cold or any sort of virus or infection from this point on. This is one way to help him remain as healthy as possible. No matter how much you adore the man, no more kissing! Nurse Vigit’s orders.
I arrived home at 5:00 to find an unusually excitable Liylah. I gingerly crept downstairs so as not to wake Gilly. He usually naps at this hour in his favourite chair. Much to my surprise, the lazy boy was vacant. I scurried about the house calling his name, hoping he hadn’t fallen somewhere (which could explain Liylah’s change in behaviour) but he did not appear to be home (more dramatizing, I guess Gilly would say).
I called him on his cell, and I was thrilled to discover that he was still out with Freddy. Lunch had extended into a trip to Freddy’s office, and they were on their way home. What a great day it was. Freddy and Gilly entered the house moments later with tales of Gilly fixing Freddy’s car. Like the good old days.
If you ask, he will tell you point blank, “My wife likes to dramatize things.” Perhaps, but he had me going big time! They used to call me Sarah Heartburn, but in this case there was a legitimate cause for concern. When I read him the blog posting, he admitted that all was true, so who’s kidding who?
I went into work slightly later than originally planned so as to ensure Gilly could manage alone. I reached Janet at the Jewish in between meetings, and found out that Gilly’s final mask fitting is scheduled for Thursday. His first radiation session will take pace on Monday, May 1st. He’ll start the Temodal on Sunday evening.
We are all anxious to get this journey on the road. To be honest, I’m riddled with anxieties about the whole ordeal; the fine details that need to be managed throughout, the potential risks, making sure he maintains a proper diet when I'm not in the house...all sorts of who knows what. We are about to embark on an unfamiliar path. We have been given a map, and I plan to follow it very carefully.
Gilly will become susceptible to colds and so on during the course of treatment (at certain points especially), and this can be potentially dangerous. He must not be in contact with anyone who has a cold or any sort of virus or infection from this point on. This is one way to help him remain as healthy as possible. No matter how much you adore the man, no more kissing! Nurse Vigit’s orders.
I arrived home at 5:00 to find an unusually excitable Liylah. I gingerly crept downstairs so as not to wake Gilly. He usually naps at this hour in his favourite chair. Much to my surprise, the lazy boy was vacant. I scurried about the house calling his name, hoping he hadn’t fallen somewhere (which could explain Liylah’s change in behaviour) but he did not appear to be home (more dramatizing, I guess Gilly would say).
I called him on his cell, and I was thrilled to discover that he was still out with Freddy. Lunch had extended into a trip to Freddy’s office, and they were on their way home. What a great day it was. Freddy and Gilly entered the house moments later with tales of Gilly fixing Freddy’s car. Like the good old days.
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