Tooth hurty appointment
I try so hard not to ‘baby’ Gilly by doing tasks he is fully capable of. Since he has been home from the hospital, I’ve taken to placing his pills in small, decorative vessels, to remind him at mealtime to take his ‘cocktail’ of the hour (as my mom always did for my dad). Yesterday, he mentioned that there’s no need for me to go to all that trouble. I realized he must be feeling ‘babied,’ so today I held back and watched to see if he’d remember. He sat at the breakfast table this morning and asked, “Where are my pills?” I filled him on why I had left them in the drawer. I probed him further, “Is there anything else I do that bothers you? I’d like to know, so please be honest.” To tell you the truth, there is something else that bothers me.” I mentally prepared myself to humbly accept any sort of criticism he may dish out. He tends to tell it like it is; one of the many reasons I love him. He softly admitted, “It bothers me that my hair is falling out.” My heart dropped. How unsettling this must be. “Would you like me to check out whether or not the barber shop is opened today?” I offered. [For the benefit of those living in far off lands, today is a Canadian holiday called Victoria Day. In Quebec, it has been renamed Dollard Day]. “Why not?” he agreed. I picked myself up and investigated options. An hour later, Brad Pitt was back in town. This did not solve the problem entirely, but I believe our joint, affirmative action helped to some extent.
We had a series of visitors later in the day. First, Marvin, Sharon and Rosanne came by for a walk (as Gilly relaxed on his chair). When we returned, Gilly arrived upstairs to greet us. I reminded Marvin, “Gilly will see you at 2:30 tomorrow.” (Marvin will fill the tooth where he had his root canal). Rosanne came out with a clever pun, “Tooth hurty, you say?” I love a good play on words.
A little later, Tina rang the bell accompanied by Anna, a delightful surprise. The four of us enjoyed a late afternoon coffee break (3 caffeinated, 1 decaf). After a time, Gilly tired and so he resumed his position on his chair. I soaked up the delicious opportunity to visit awhile longer.
Tamara arrived soon after, only to find Liylah sleeping with a tiny jar of honey. What a sweetie!
We ate dinner as a family, and when we were done, Tamara and Yaron got Liylah all excited by throwing balls back and forth across the living room and down the hallway, wild antics that would have made Gilly crazy in days gone by. This evening he observed with glee, his face revealing genuine pleasure in the lively, joyous atmosphere we call our home.
Gilly is downstairs right now, shivering. I diagnosed the symptom as a result of extreme exhaustion. Gilly insists it’s the haircut. I brought him a blanket, and Yaron offered one of his MANY hats.
Tomorrow, it’s back to radiation. I can’t imagine him being more fatigued than he is right now, but there’s still 3 weeks to go. Luckily, he continues to have an appetite, good spirit, a positive attitude and brave acceptance of his circumstance. The anti-nausea medication is working to capacity; he has not needed to go beyond the bare minimum dosage. I suppose we cannot ask for better. Let’s hope that the next three weeks whiz by uneventfully.
We had a series of visitors later in the day. First, Marvin, Sharon and Rosanne came by for a walk (as Gilly relaxed on his chair). When we returned, Gilly arrived upstairs to greet us. I reminded Marvin, “Gilly will see you at 2:30 tomorrow.” (Marvin will fill the tooth where he had his root canal). Rosanne came out with a clever pun, “Tooth hurty, you say?” I love a good play on words.
A little later, Tina rang the bell accompanied by Anna, a delightful surprise. The four of us enjoyed a late afternoon coffee break (3 caffeinated, 1 decaf). After a time, Gilly tired and so he resumed his position on his chair. I soaked up the delicious opportunity to visit awhile longer.
Tamara arrived soon after, only to find Liylah sleeping with a tiny jar of honey. What a sweetie!
We ate dinner as a family, and when we were done, Tamara and Yaron got Liylah all excited by throwing balls back and forth across the living room and down the hallway, wild antics that would have made Gilly crazy in days gone by. This evening he observed with glee, his face revealing genuine pleasure in the lively, joyous atmosphere we call our home.
Gilly is downstairs right now, shivering. I diagnosed the symptom as a result of extreme exhaustion. Gilly insists it’s the haircut. I brought him a blanket, and Yaron offered one of his MANY hats.
Tomorrow, it’s back to radiation. I can’t imagine him being more fatigued than he is right now, but there’s still 3 weeks to go. Luckily, he continues to have an appetite, good spirit, a positive attitude and brave acceptance of his circumstance. The anti-nausea medication is working to capacity; he has not needed to go beyond the bare minimum dosage. I suppose we cannot ask for better. Let’s hope that the next three weeks whiz by uneventfully.
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