We shall overcome
Her wings are beginning to show. So far, Margaret received high ratings from Steven (who is here for a visit), Yaron and Gilly. She was here when she said she’d be, she is resourceful, flexible, a self-starter, capable and very pleasant. The only drawback is that she cannot get here before 9:00, so it’s a problem on Wednesdays, because we leave (or at least try to) by 7:30. This is being addressed, and hopefully a solution will be reached by tomorrow.
Gilly had what I’d call a special day, even though I wasn’t here to witness it. He adores Steven, and his dear friend Freddie came along too as an added bonus. The change was just what Gilly needed; in fact it did us all good. I was able to be away from the house (albeit working in between pocket buzzings) knowing he was in loving, caring and capable hands with Steven, Freddie and Margaret at his side. While the men folk went out for lunch Margaret stayed back and attended to my laundry and dishes. I think I’ve hired myself a wife!
Erika got back to me to this morning and relayed the message from the oncologist; he felt a blood test should be taken before attempting to go back on chemo in light of the symptoms described. Luckily, I was able to have Steven take Gilly to the jewish to accomplish this, with Margaret in tow. She knows her way around the hospital, and managed to have him go up, have the test and come down within 10 minutes (according to Steven). Mission accomplished, and I was spared the hassle of coordinating this procedure tomorrow without Margaret around.
It turns out that his blood is perfect (as it has been all along) so we are advised to go ahead and take the Temodal, and consult with Dr. Kavan next week regarding possible change to the protocol. I’m still not convinced I should put him through it, but Erika assured me it will not do him any harm.
Yaron has his cell phone set to ring for the anti-nausea round at 9:15 and then the Temodal at 9:45. I’m going to bed! I am thoroughly exhausted. I was up all night watching Gilly mill about; first downstairs, and then, after I insisted he come up, he kept getting out of bed to use the washroom. I drifted off for a nap and was awakened when he fell at the foot of our bed. Yaron came running out of his bed when he heard the thump. Gilly got right up, unperturbed and kept on going. Everyday brings new challenges our way. They seem insurmountable at times, but so far we have managed to overcome every obstacle.
Gilly had what I’d call a special day, even though I wasn’t here to witness it. He adores Steven, and his dear friend Freddie came along too as an added bonus. The change was just what Gilly needed; in fact it did us all good. I was able to be away from the house (albeit working in between pocket buzzings) knowing he was in loving, caring and capable hands with Steven, Freddie and Margaret at his side. While the men folk went out for lunch Margaret stayed back and attended to my laundry and dishes. I think I’ve hired myself a wife!
Erika got back to me to this morning and relayed the message from the oncologist; he felt a blood test should be taken before attempting to go back on chemo in light of the symptoms described. Luckily, I was able to have Steven take Gilly to the jewish to accomplish this, with Margaret in tow. She knows her way around the hospital, and managed to have him go up, have the test and come down within 10 minutes (according to Steven). Mission accomplished, and I was spared the hassle of coordinating this procedure tomorrow without Margaret around.
It turns out that his blood is perfect (as it has been all along) so we are advised to go ahead and take the Temodal, and consult with Dr. Kavan next week regarding possible change to the protocol. I’m still not convinced I should put him through it, but Erika assured me it will not do him any harm.
Yaron has his cell phone set to ring for the anti-nausea round at 9:15 and then the Temodal at 9:45. I’m going to bed! I am thoroughly exhausted. I was up all night watching Gilly mill about; first downstairs, and then, after I insisted he come up, he kept getting out of bed to use the washroom. I drifted off for a nap and was awakened when he fell at the foot of our bed. Yaron came running out of his bed when he heard the thump. Gilly got right up, unperturbed and kept on going. Everyday brings new challenges our way. They seem insurmountable at times, but so far we have managed to overcome every obstacle.
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