Naseaus

So Bev's not feeling so hot today. A lot of nausea and severe crappiness, I imagine it's like severe stomach flu or food poisoning without any relief. The week leading up to the transplant she's getting five days of chemo made up of two types of chemo drugs. One of the drugs (starts with an "M") is the main culprit for causing the nausea, but the good news is that she only gets that the first two of the five days and those days are behind us. Hopefully she'll be feeling better and up to blogging later today or tomorrow. Still three more days (including today) of the other drug (starts with an "F") before her day of rest. It'll be good to be off all the M-F-ing drugs and on to the transplant.

The phalanx of whitecoats will be around soon to feel Bev's ankles and ignore me. On the first days of our stay I would get a little nervous. Was I doing everything the caregiver should, was I being as sterile as I should be in their white-coated opinions? It didn't take long for me to remember they're all just a bunch of asses, a well-learned group of asses with the latest knowledge in fighting cancer, but asses none-the-less. And asses don't give a crap about me, to them I may as well be a large plush toy in the corner with mask and gloves. Fine with me, just make my wife better.

God bless the nurses, everyone praying for us and supporting us, everyone going through cancer treatment and even God bless the asses.

-Tom