Return of the Chemo

We're at the hospital again today. Tim's blood counts were so high throughout the first cycle that he did not need a single blood transfusion, which we're told is a very good thing. He took the opportunity to get ill last week and recovered at a relatively regular rate. As a result of his maintained blood counts, though, they increased the dosage to give him a more intense round for this cycle, so there is a chance that the side effects of this cycle will be more severe than for the last.


Speaking of ill, I am. Consequently, when I am cooking for us I get to utilize the lovely masks that mother graciously gifted us with, which one individual in our household finds endlessly entertaining and about which the other gets almost equally grumpy. Another effect of my cold is that T may be going to stay with his family this week. When he is wearing the chemo bags, he gets nervous about catching the tubes on something. As our apartment isn't exactly colossal, he feels a tad squeezed in the home space, another reason to visit his parents' more spacious abode. I'm all for it, as it will afford me time to clean and do schoolwork, but I wish he would have told me before we dropped a load of cash stocking up on superfoods last night. Le sigh. If he thinks it's that easy to avoid my sauteed kale, he's another thing coming...there will be a plate prepared and waiting for his return on Friday!

We obtained a second car this past weekend, so we'd like to give a shout out to my parents and Becky for that. Ever distrustful of Chicago drivers, my dad lent my sister one of his cars and she gave us hers for the time being, so now T can drive himself to the hospital and to work when he is feeling well enough to do so. Now we're rockin' two Chevy Cavaliers at our place, Goldie and Corn Hunter. This should definitely make things easier for us. Thanks, fam!


We took advantage of fall a bit ago with Tim's family by visiting an apple orchard near their house.