Our house sold and this past weekend we moved into our new, maintenance provided home. We should have done this 3 years ago! The house is half the size of our previous home, but I don’t miss any of it. So much easier to clean. By Sunday, most of the art had been hung and we sat and enjoyed our new home, thanks to the many friends that came over and helped us unpack and hang! We both have such a sense of peace in our new home.
Two weeks ago, wouldn’t have been a good time to move. Don was on his first full dose of “maintenance” chemo. He does 5 days of chemo each month with 25 days off in between. But this chemo was awful. He didn’t do well with it at all. Sick for 3 of the 5 days. It really took a toll on his body. Took another week to just get his strength back. Unfortunately, it gave me a glimpse into my future.
What can I do? I felt so completely helpless! All I could do was keep him comfortable. Chemo sucks! It is a double-edged sword. He has to take it to keep his tumors at bay, but on the other hand it is pure poison. Reeks havoc on his body and mind. The other medicines he has to take with the chemo aren’t any better. The list of possible side-effects are almost worse than the help the drug can possibly give you. And because each person is different, the doctors have to play a type of Russian Roulette with you as they go down the list to see if the next drug might help or hinder. It is a frustrating process. I can tell from the way the doctors talk to Don that they are just as frustrated. There is no magic potion or perfect combination. It is just trial and error.
Don’s next MRI is the first week of March. We approach it with apprehension, as we know that one of these appointments will hearld the return of the tumor. Will it be this time? It is hard to not worry and fret, but we know that does us no good. All we can do is ask God to help us make the best of the time we have together.