March, 2014...Days 19 and on... These are what my former pastor would call ordinary days... now, I think he was speaking in the liturgical sense, but it seems to fit here as well. We go to the infusion center daily for blood draws and any goodies John may need ~ potassium, magnesium, etc. We try to do some exercise to help him gain muscle back and we try to figure out SOEMTHING hell eat... he is so very thin. This is something a woman of girth just doesnt understand very well... how can you not eat? Whether something has taste or not, I seem to be able to shove it down without a problem. He says its like putting all the pretty colors of PlayDoh in front of him and asking, Now, which wad would you like to put in your mouth and swallow?. We have tried everything... smoothies, Jamba... you name it, weve tried it. I know his taste will return - I hope he just doesnt waste away in the waiting! Then, theres blowing a circuit breaker and navigating the land mines (we have a Great Dane... use your imagination) in the back of the yard trying to get to the fuse box... Bo (our Great Dane) escapes out through the partially open garage door while I was cleaning up the mess that caused the circuit breaker to trip... didnt realize he was gone until he had made his way happily around the neighborhood, scaring all the people calmly walking their dogs. The neighbor brought him back just as I realized he was gone and was going after him... I let him into the house and was talking to her, only to come back in and find he had eaten my whole dinner. But, Im truly thankful to have ordinary days... Jake and Cris stopped by and we talked of happy, happy things... Johns blood counts are holding steady and his platelets are going up (we are told that the platelets drive the rest... they will go up first and everything else will follow... if hes making platelets, his marrow is working!!!). I was able to empty the dishwasher and re-load it and took a nap... I was able to scrub strawberries so hard the seeds came off (with Johns white blood cell count low, hes called neutropenic and is not supposed to have any fresh fruit or veggie unless you wash the tar out of it) cut the strawberries up and douse them with sugar hoping John could find his way to eat them. The ordinary days are far from ordinary... but I am oh so thankful to be able to do the ordinary - there are many people who arent able - I really do count my blessings! Nothing is ordinary about loving and being loved :)
Posted on: Sat, 22 Mar 2014 04:02:10 +0000
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