IF YOU WERE TO ASK US, we'd say that Mr. Bob came through the three days of chemotherapy just fine this time. The seven hour session on Tuesday did seem to go on and on, but after a good nap, he was ready for a normal evening. Wednesday and Thursday were one hour visits and they seemed to go well.
And yes, we attended the monthly birthday dinner last evening
As we went to bed last night we chortled at the idea of sleeping in this morning. For days we'd risen early for the 7 a.m. home nurse visit, for early chemo appointments. But at 6 a.m. I heard a tapping at the door and then a key turning in the lock. No one had told us to expect a protime visit. To say we were chagrined would be putting it mildly.
We've been useless the rest of today. Lethargy has set in. I can understand why Mr. Bob is exhausted, but my own lassitude has me puzzled. I would say that today was a total waste of make-up, except that I never gathered the energy to apply any.