Celebration of life
Monday it is. Back to the old grind!
Gilly spent his morning ‘relaxing’ after breakfast. I dashed home from work at around 11:00 to prepare fresh potato soup to tickle his fancy. I figure it has water (he needs fluid), milk (he rarely eats food from the milk product group), green peas (protein and fiber) and most importantly it is his all time favourite. A close second is Spicy Ricey (spicy chicken soup with rice). I derive tremendous pleasure from making soup for someone in need of nourishment and nurturance, especially someone I adore. It’s comfort food of the very finest, both to prepare and eat. This habit was handed down to me by my mother.
He lapped up two full bowls, and then washed it all down with some juice. I left out a bowl of cut strawberries next to a hefty slab of watermelon, instructing Gilly to make a choice later on when he feels the need for a snack. I was thrilled to discover both options missing when I returned home at 6:00. His appetite has waned over the last few days, due in part to the 8 glasses (or equivalent) of fluid I insist he consumes on a daily basis (according to the nurses’ orders). Today, though, he ate with gusto. I was glad to be able to orchestrate it all in a timely fashion. Monday’s are almost as easy as Thursdays.
Radiation now takes place in late afternoon. Gilly soon caught onto the fact that being anywhere at 8:00 a.m. these days is a real chore; a shlepp and a half. He continues to operate on teenage hours.
Jerry took him today, and tomorrow, it’ll be Grandma Shirley’s turn. We also have an appointment with Dr. Mohr at 12:30 tomorrow. First, I’ll go to work to teach until 11:30, then back home from work to pick up Gilly, then to the hospital, then back home to drop him off, and back to work again. That oughta suffice for one day, n’est pas? I do not want to miss the appointment, so I need to prioritize my schedule accordingly. Thankfully, this hectic schedule will soon subside. We both look forward to that. I strongly believe it is beshert; I still need to be in the college on a regular basis for the first few weeks of Gilly’s treatment, before the fatigue kicks in, and then I’ll be able to do increasingly more work from home, stuck to my guy like the glue that holds us together.
All in all, it was an uneventful, pleasant day at the Schwager homestead. We’re about to light the Bar-B-Q for dinner. A demain…
****NEWSFLASH****Just heard news that Samuel Eduard Blauer was born at noon today to Andrew and Nicole. A bouncing 7 pounds, 13 ounce baby. Uncle Butch and Cathy are bursting with happiness. Cathy felt we deserved a lift, so we were first on the list to receive the news. Mazel Tov to all.
Gilly spent his morning ‘relaxing’ after breakfast. I dashed home from work at around 11:00 to prepare fresh potato soup to tickle his fancy. I figure it has water (he needs fluid), milk (he rarely eats food from the milk product group), green peas (protein and fiber) and most importantly it is his all time favourite. A close second is Spicy Ricey (spicy chicken soup with rice). I derive tremendous pleasure from making soup for someone in need of nourishment and nurturance, especially someone I adore. It’s comfort food of the very finest, both to prepare and eat. This habit was handed down to me by my mother.
He lapped up two full bowls, and then washed it all down with some juice. I left out a bowl of cut strawberries next to a hefty slab of watermelon, instructing Gilly to make a choice later on when he feels the need for a snack. I was thrilled to discover both options missing when I returned home at 6:00. His appetite has waned over the last few days, due in part to the 8 glasses (or equivalent) of fluid I insist he consumes on a daily basis (according to the nurses’ orders). Today, though, he ate with gusto. I was glad to be able to orchestrate it all in a timely fashion. Monday’s are almost as easy as Thursdays.
Radiation now takes place in late afternoon. Gilly soon caught onto the fact that being anywhere at 8:00 a.m. these days is a real chore; a shlepp and a half. He continues to operate on teenage hours.
Jerry took him today, and tomorrow, it’ll be Grandma Shirley’s turn. We also have an appointment with Dr. Mohr at 12:30 tomorrow. First, I’ll go to work to teach until 11:30, then back home from work to pick up Gilly, then to the hospital, then back home to drop him off, and back to work again. That oughta suffice for one day, n’est pas? I do not want to miss the appointment, so I need to prioritize my schedule accordingly. Thankfully, this hectic schedule will soon subside. We both look forward to that. I strongly believe it is beshert; I still need to be in the college on a regular basis for the first few weeks of Gilly’s treatment, before the fatigue kicks in, and then I’ll be able to do increasingly more work from home, stuck to my guy like the glue that holds us together.
All in all, it was an uneventful, pleasant day at the Schwager homestead. We’re about to light the Bar-B-Q for dinner. A demain…
****NEWSFLASH****Just heard news that Samuel Eduard Blauer was born at noon today to Andrew and Nicole. A bouncing 7 pounds, 13 ounce baby. Uncle Butch and Cathy are bursting with happiness. Cathy felt we deserved a lift, so we were first on the list to receive the news. Mazel Tov to all.
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