A week and a half into treatment and Bubba's doing well. We're still working on putting weight onto to him, not me. Oh, well, can't say I don't support him in eating every couple of hours. We bought a juicer and that has helped get his fruits and vegetables down without too much hassle. I put together a big salad then dump it in the juicer. If you don't look at, it's not too bad (says me, who doesn't have to drink it). When he has his chemo they give him certain drugs just before the actual chemo and one of those is a steroid. Due to that he feels pretty good for a day or two. We took food and drink and our own blanket last time. Oh yeah, Tom had his ear buds in and I had to tell him to quit singing. It looks like three hours is going to be the usual session time.

He still gets out and does his wood turning and works in the yard. He mowed the lawn a few days ago and cleaned out the flower bed that has the day lilies. Lo and behold there was the missing egg from last Easter's egg hunt. It started out as a hard boiled egg, then got dyed. Well, there was no color left and fortunately it was still in tact, so no smell either. Neither one of us was brave enough to crack it open.



Tom went to Carson City this morning without me. Not on the bike, but in the truck. I think he needed to get away from me always 1) asking him how he feels and 2) asking him if he can eat something. Whatever the reason, it lifted his spirits to get out and talk to people.

Until the next time,
Jan