DEFINITION: (verb) to make worse or more severe.
Made 23 million by Saturday!!!! Twice a day visits are over. Still have to go everyday for lab. We see the doc tomorrow at 1:30 for our extended plan.
I took Chemo Sabe to UAMS on Saturday and dropped him off for the collection. He was to be ready by noon, after receiving another round of blood and platelets. I received his first call at 11:15 wanting to know where I was. I was struggling with the garage door. This door is solid cedar and double car. It has been hanging up on us for a couple of weeks. I kept spraying the rollers down with WD-40. A woman's answer to every household problem. Without much success I finally pulled the pull cord and dropped the door manually. I headed to UAMS and received two more calls from Chemo Sabe requesting verification of my ETA. I had several unpleasant thoughts as to his impatience as I rounded the corner to the pick up area. I was dreading the second trip already for the afternoon shot. He got in the Tahoe and said, "Let's go home, I'm done. We are going to ride". I was sorting a schedule through my use to be blonde head and wondering how little time we would have to ride before turning around and heading back. Before I finished the thought he exclaimed he had made the 20 million and didn't have to be back in the afternoon. Yipppeeeee.
We came home and waited for the heat to die down a bit, called the kids and rode to Hot Springs (17 miles away); ate dinner and got back home by 7:00 p.m. Lathered that bald head up with SPF 50 and never got a ray of sun on it.
Now back to the garage door. Exacerbate -- WD-40 in this case did not make things better -- only worse. While Chemo Sabe drove himself to UAMS on Sunday and I got to sleep late, I noticed when I shuffled downstairs that the door was open. I knew then he had problems with it before he left. I'm thinking -- "Thank's, Baby!". I worked and worked with it. Added more WD-40 on the rollers and then went to the cable and tracking chain. Ahhhhh.... I pulled the Tahoe out because it was getting hot. Okay... here we go.... wouldn't go down... Tried about 20,000 times and had an idea of the hammer... I would just beat the poop out of it, but I didn't. I gave up and pulled the pull cord. After all, it worked before. It got hung up half way down and one of the rollers came out and the door jammed 'crooked' with the right side being about one foot higher than the left. It was coming off the tracks. Cable was wrapped around the bar and the rails were bent all out of shape.
Chemo Sabe came home with good blood reports and we both went and laid down. Around 7:00 we call Son and Friend. No luck. At this rate, after the new air conditioner downstairs, repair on upstairs air, tree being cut down, and other repairs since his accident, we will have a completely remodeled home before the end of the year. God is still playing jokes on us. Keeping us occupied. Son contacted an overhead company this morning that happens to be a customer of his. Had someone out here by noon with new rollers and a confirmation that the door is in good shaped even if it is 35 years old. The rails are back in tip top shaped and it is clean of WD-40. I did get a good laughing at by the service man and a stern warning to not use the WD-40 again ont the rollers. Exacerbated. It was worth the $200.00.
Lab for yesterday -- WBC 31.58 (Range 3-12); RBC 3.33 (Range 4.5-6); Platelet 55 (Range 150-500). Remember we can't go below 50 now. It was 20 before. CRP 6.90 (Range 0-10). Remember it had been up to 60 when he was neutrapenic. So, we are on a roll.
We are both physically and mentally tired. Neither one of us wanted to get up yesterday or today. We both ache but we believe it might be from riding on Saturday. We both have scratchy throats, but believe it might be the same. I plan to talk to doc about it tomorrow. Don't want us to have any problems now with everything being on line. He is going rather quickly with his recovery. I want to hear the word "Remission" in three months.
He plans to go back to work on Wednesday and I truly believe he is ready. He needs it. I am ready for him to go. I can't do my housework or yard work with him here. He doesn't want me out of his sight. He is not clingy or demanding, he just doesn't want to sit alone.
I have been buying me some cancer hats at the gift shop. I collect ball caps like Chemo Sabe does. I actually believe I have more than he now. These hats I got last week have sequins on them. One is red to match the fringe on my bike and the other is silver and black streaked. That one was liked so much by the lady that gave 33 million that her husband made me go get her one. The gift shop was closed and he made them open it. They are from Shreveport.
He hunts me down when we get to the Infusion Center. I taught him last week how to make photos on his cell phone and he needs new lessons each day. Chemo Sabe said he was looking for me today, but I was at work.
Well... enough about me. Please continue to pray for our good fortune. God continues to help us during these trying times with His humor. I believe that is the true definition of "He will not give us more than we can handle". When it gets to that point He changes our course if only for a few hours. I don't think -- Woe is me...
Oh... forgot to tell you. Chemo Sabe got his straw length rigid port out today. Won't have to have the spaghetti one put back in for 2-3 weeks. Broken wrist to blood cancer. Haven't we learned so much in the last two months? Won't we will be able to assist many in their trials with cancers such as this around the U.S. After all, he is on prayer lists around the U.S.?
Chemo Sabe around the World!!!
Remind me my next visit to talk to you about Telly Savalas... Let me know those of you that remember him.
Good evening... Love --- Pepper
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