IT'S THAT TIME of the month again........time for chemotherapy.
We're beginning to see the rhythm of it......Mr. Bob starts to feel like himself again and it means the start of another cycle of feeling weak and crummy.
Today is the seven hour session, so I've packed the anti-nausea medicine, lunch for the two of us, a new magazine, the iPad, the Kindle and bottles of water. Fluid is more important than food these three days of chemo. The man has given in to my
suggestion insistence that we take a tank of oxygen. He really doesn't want to, but my motto is "better safe than sorry" and his count has been on the low side lately.
And off we go, the man and his wife on an adventure they never asked for. There's a gift in here somewhere.......it's up to us to find it.