First Treatment Was Friday--Life Goes on Monday

Monday, March 2, 2009

Mom drove Dad to his first chemotherapy infusion Friday. He slept late on Saturday and admitted on Sunday that perhaps the advice about avoiding spicy foods--felt like tacos Saturday night--should have been heeded. But fortunately he did not experience nausea as a side effect of the chemo.

With Dad recovering from his treatment over the weekend, he and Mom felt they should not attempt to attend Sherry's mom's funeral. They felt badly that they would miss this opportunity to be with the family, especially Sherry in her need for comfort. The weather turning crazy--Steve and I showed up to a snow-covered cemetery surrounded by slushy side streets, and only the hearse and flower van arrived after the funeral--was another reason it was a good thing they hadn't tried to come.

Gary said all his family would be moving their cars off the steep drive into the street. With all the cancellations, I don't know whether Trey, Ann, and Jack will still have a flight back to Kansas today.

Dad is anemic, so they are working with the oncologist to find the right iron supplement to remedy the problem. Dad insists he'll be back at work today. Hopefully he'll have a good day.