Round 7:

Well, here we are. End of the seven...and it looks like Nancy will be doing another treatment. Her numbers did not drop "any" as we both were hoping. So, she did the treatment and of course "Connie" was not available to do the IV and she had to settle for 2nd level. I will defer from using the term "2nd best" 'cuz there was no best. The nurse (from Nova Scotia) tried on vein that was too close to her knuckle on the "pointing finger" and Nancy said it hurt really bad. It left a really big bruise and it had some swelling. From the input of another nurse she should not have used the vein up that high. She needs an ass kickin' from me on that part. I will say that she only had to do this "3 times!" which is considerably better than the others. Nancy had to spend the entire day up there (9:am-3:30p) with me since Staci wasn't able to make it. Of course she could handle that. I'm really quite a conversationalist. We didn't do lunch. We went to Jimmy's Egg around 8:a and had a really great breakfast. We haven't done that in a long, long time. We used to go there every Sund. morning back when and read the paper, eat omelettes and drink a pot of coffee. Later on we would each do our own workout. Interesting to think back about the many things that a couple does and then goes on to do other things. We would do this same regimen back from '00-'03 at Panera. Only then it was bagels and coffee, then read the Sund. paper.

But the day was somewhat uneventful. As always we watched the many peeps come and go. There was one lady that was next to us that was by herself (as a lot are) and she was somewhat confused about several things. She wasn't even sure if she was supposed to come there that day. Kinda sad to see that a lot of the really elderly peeps don't really have much of a support group to help them through all this crap.

That's why I try to be a good boy and do as much as I possibly can. I have and have neva had any problems w/going to these things. Afterall, I just watch and don't have to truly experience all of the ordeal. I don't have the thoughts of my own death always lurking in the background. And I know that's the case...I just cannot see it not being that way.

I hope you not bored w/my ramblings (like I really give a damn) and will include a pic that Nancy had stuck in a frame from a few years back....maybe .....like 10yrs back? It's very self evident since I've actually got hair (no, I am not bald) and I hadn't started completely shaving my chest so I know it's been awhile.

If you're someone that's reading all of this....thanks for stopping by and thanks for reading/listening.

As always, mucho love,

Roger

Well I just have a minute....but it was our 14th Anniversary last Friday....it was a really crappy weather type of evening...but...it didn't really matter. Everyday w/Nancy is paradise no matter what the situation. I really have no clue as to how she's made it w/me this long...guess I'm sorta an alright dude afterall...I've got good dialog too(hehehehehehe)....just wanted to show off the flowers I bought for the occassion. We did go to St.Croix for our honeymoon...of course it was a Triathlon Honeymoon...but what did you expect...gambling...yeah..right....Nancy did that marryin' me.

Round 6:
Well, as you can see it's been a month since I last updated this. Am I stupid or what...sometimes I don't know where my time goes but I've had too many opportunities to do the update and just let it slip by.
So, on this last round of chemo on 3.29.07 it was a typical morning where I went swimmin' and Nancy hung around the house doin' what she does (?). Just bein Nancy. It was a rainy day. I hate those days when you go to do this stuff. Like it's not dreary enough!
We headed to Panera to do the usual deal w/the bagel, cream cheese(always honey walnut) and coffee. Of course Nancy was doin' water. She's been very diligent since her last round w/all the poking that went on and her being dehydrated so much that they couldn't hardly hit a vein. The first attempt as I could tell was not going to happen. The nurse didn't have the "touch" and I know it made her feel inadequate but that's the way it is. So we waited a bit for "Connie" to come do the deal. She's a real whiz and that's who we'll always wait on each time to get the IV started. I did learn a new term. "Blow the vein"; this is when the needle is first inserted (after the pumping of the hand and slapping the wrist action) and it's pulled back a little to get the blood flow. Well, in this case on the first attempt this is what happens: the needle actually penetrates the vein ....but...it goes through the outside of the vein thus "blowing a hole" in it. Then the vein is not usuable because it will allow the "drugz" to seep out of the hole in the system and not directed to where they need to go. No wonder I was neva interested in the nursing profession.
So after that things were at their norm. Nancy and Staci sat around and talked, laughed and just in general bein' the buddies that they are. I read the paper and the running magazine that I had and made comments on the state and worldly news that I was reading. It's called the "Gartman Hour" and of course this is only within the confines of my own mind and nobody else gets it.
Since the chemo day Nancy has been through the usual perpetual fatigue stages and has managed again as of last week to be able to have enough energy to go out and walk around "her" track. I did manage to go w/her one evening. I feel like she's been a little bit moodier than in past treatments. I don't know if it's the drugs, her stress at work (deal w/a lot of immature acting people (young women) that haven't developed the true concept of adulthood) or just the general run of things such as having to live w/me. Now that would be one of the more likely perceptions. I am a very high maintainence person which I do not deny. I try to keep things at as much of a minimum as my daily personality will allow. I have made very strong attempts to do more than I have in the past and to make sure that she doesn't have to deal w/anymore than she has to. So we've got about 10 more days until the "next Thursday". I know that she is hoping that this will be the last treatment for this round. You just neva know until the Doc says so. So we continue to carry on in the usual fashion of daily living and just be happy that we are together and are able to laugh at whatever I can do to generate the humor. If I get a pic I'll post it. I don't have any on this system I'm blogging from.
Until the next time....keep your head down and your eyes up...run fast, run far and always remember; A body in motion..stays in motion!
Mucho love,
Roger