Yesterday was my second chemotherapy treatment. It was still scary to walk into the room, but I didn't have to completely stop at the threshold this time. I just had to take a deep breath.
The conversation was good, and we had Chinese food for lunch.
And that's just about all I have to say about that.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Breakfast
Aunt Candice: Victor, are you eating cookies for breakfast?
Victor: Yes. Two at a time. They're tasty, with crumbs on top.
Victor: Yes. Two at a time. They're tasty, with crumbs on top.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Zeke's Surgery
Yesterday was Zeke's hydrocele surgery. He did very well. The surgery was a success. But things did not go so well in the recovery room.
Poor Zeke was inconsolable. He arched and twisted and cried and screamed. Jeremy and I tried to comfort him. But Zeke had an IV in his hand, and I have had a number of bad IV experiences lately. When I saw blood in the IV, I might have thrown Zeke at Jeremy and rushed out of the room to faint/throw up. A nurse found me and put me in the recovery room next to Zeke with a warm blanket and a ginger ale.
While I was out, the nurse tried to clear Zeke's IV of blood. The re-taping was obviously insufficient because Zeke ripped the IV clean out. All I could hear was Jeremy saying, "Oh. Help. I'm really sorry," and the nurses saying, "oh dear--let's clean this up." Apparently, there was blood and IV fluid squirting everywhere.
I'm not sorry I missed that part.
I eventually came back in the room, but Zeke would not be comforted. Nor would he drink his juice (I don't think he really knows what it is) or eat the popsicle. Who gives an 18-month-old a grape popsicle? What a mess. And let me tell you how mad he was when he bit off a chunk and it froze his poor little mouth.
We finally gave up and went home, where Zeke could be mad and inconsolable in his own bed. It took about two minutes for him to give up and go to sleep.
He's fine now. He woke up hours later and ate and ate and ate and ate. Today he seems to feel better than he has for weeks. So I guess that's a happy ending.
At least, I hope that was the ending.
Poor Zeke was inconsolable. He arched and twisted and cried and screamed. Jeremy and I tried to comfort him. But Zeke had an IV in his hand, and I have had a number of bad IV experiences lately. When I saw blood in the IV, I might have thrown Zeke at Jeremy and rushed out of the room to faint/throw up. A nurse found me and put me in the recovery room next to Zeke with a warm blanket and a ginger ale.
While I was out, the nurse tried to clear Zeke's IV of blood. The re-taping was obviously insufficient because Zeke ripped the IV clean out. All I could hear was Jeremy saying, "Oh. Help. I'm really sorry," and the nurses saying, "oh dear--let's clean this up." Apparently, there was blood and IV fluid squirting everywhere.
I'm not sorry I missed that part.
I eventually came back in the room, but Zeke would not be comforted. Nor would he drink his juice (I don't think he really knows what it is) or eat the popsicle. Who gives an 18-month-old a grape popsicle? What a mess. And let me tell you how mad he was when he bit off a chunk and it froze his poor little mouth.
We finally gave up and went home, where Zeke could be mad and inconsolable in his own bed. It took about two minutes for him to give up and go to sleep.
He's fine now. He woke up hours later and ate and ate and ate and ate. Today he seems to feel better than he has for weeks. So I guess that's a happy ending.
At least, I hope that was the ending.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Five Foot Nine
According to Harvard, I am at increased risk of cancer because I am tall.
I quote:
Being tall also increased my chance of being a good basketball or volleyball player, but that sure didn't happen.
I quote:
| Being tall may raise your risk of colon cancer, breast cancer, ovarian cancer and pancreatic cancer. Scientists aren’t sure why. One reason may be that tall people have more cells in their bodies, which increases the number of cells that could become cancerous. Another reason may be that tall people grow faster as children. Faster growth is linked to changes in the genetic structure (DNA) of the body’s cells, eventually causing them to become cancerous. |
Being tall also increased my chance of being a good basketball or volleyball player, but that sure didn't happen.
Hydrocele
Zeke has a hydrocele on his left side. In other words, fluid has traveled from his body into his nether parts.
The surgery will be on Friday at 10:00 AM. It is extremely low risk, and he should be up and around in a day or so.
The surgery will be on Friday at 10:00 AM. It is extremely low risk, and he should be up and around in a day or so.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
A Big Question
On Saturday, Victor wanted to play outside in his pool. We turned on the hose, put it in the pool, and Victor found and put on his swimsuit. Then we put on sunscreen. Then, as he was almost out the door and into pool bliss, Victor refused to put on his hat.
No hat, no pool.
After ten minutes of high drama, Victor came to see me, hat firmly on head.
And he had a question: "Why have to wear a hat? I am wearing sunscreen."
No hat, no pool.
After ten minutes of high drama, Victor came to see me, hat firmly on head.
And he had a question: "Why have to wear a hat? I am wearing sunscreen."
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