Nothing too dramatic to report, today. I went to the J-O-B. Gregory hung out with Nana until Daddy picked up AnnMarie from school at 1:00. Curtis came down with a rumbly stomach last night. He had to stay quarantined to his room. Which he handled with grace. Curtis has been so great, through all this. Gregory slept late-ish and woke up in pain. Yet, none of us could get his Tylenol with Codeine in him. Since he was in pain, he did not want to eat or drink. I got home around 5:30 and managed to get him to take some Magic Soda around six. It kicked in and he felt so much better. I wish he could get the connection between willingly taking medicine and it making him feel better. Yet, he would also get that his Chemo makes him feel worse. Double edged sword, with THAT one. I was able to shower him and get his Central Line dressing changed with little trauma. I think the site is healing, which means less pain. He also had that Coediene on board, too. He ate a little bit and played with AnnMarie. Laughing, giggling and “treasure hunting” ensued. “Mommy, where’s the X?”
Blood counts, tomorrow. Curtis and AnnMarie will be spending the night with Nana. Which means, I should be able to crank out a few chores.
Before signing off, a few more thank you’s:
missjust, mccorkleknight, Will & Casey: Thank you so much for the cards for the OffSpring!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Curtis LOVED the giftcard, AnnMarie couldn’t believe that you knew she LOVED guitars (HOW did they know, Mommy?). She also wore the little necklace today, to show all her classmates, and Gregory has been hunting for treasure all night. Handmade treasure maps included, of course.
Renee’ O. You inspire me. I love you.
Kerry Ann, I forgot to thank you for my lunch/dinner, today. Remember, I get it. ♥
Gotta jet. Fierce squeezes to you all.