Maggie leaves today to see The Wizards. She brings with her plenty of hope, hope that they can give her good news. We spent last night with friends laughing and dining celebrating life. It was a great time for all of us.
Maggie’s feeling much better now. Like we’ve come to predict, Saturday, exactly five days after her Spa visit, she was feeling much, much better – dancing around, ripping her jokes and being the general whirlwind that is Maggie. It’s always so wonderful to see that light come back into her eyes.
This time around it was a tough one. Wednesday evening sucked* and Thursday was equally as bad. She came home early from work and slept the rest of the day. It’s heartbreaking, really, to see my vibrant wife get hit by this truck every two weeks. And this time around, for both of us, it was much more emotional. I fear this pattern is beginning to wear at us.
*By “sucked” I don’t mean anything other than she was just down, physically. We’ve been very blessed to avoid many of the more unpleasant and less-popular side-effects such as vomiting and diarrhea. She stays nauseated most of the time which keeps her feeling icky. Subtle movements must be avoided, as must roller skating, so most of her time is spent in bed. But I should be careful with my complaints because in my mind I can easily imagine a tougher experience.
The chemo just beats her down badly. Imagine having the flu more than 33% of the time. Along with that, she’s fully developed cold sensitivity from the oxalitplatin that requires her to be very careful about what she touches. She inevitably burns herself each morning trying to test the shower temperature. And fixing her own meal has become more of a challenge. I can’t seem to get the silly girl to wear gloves.
Her first appointment at MDA is tonight at 6PM. It’s just the blood work. She’s staying with Dr. Lisa in Houston. Thank goodness for that! But it’s still so tough to send her there by herself. Tomorrow’s date with the CT machine is at 6AM. What a way to start the day. Then she’s free until Tuesday when she meets with Dr. Eng around noon when we’ll find out how the scans look. We’re hoping the results are in the “medical mystery” territory. I’m going to conference in for that appointment, even if I have to step out of class. I’m afraid that my profs will have to understand. Tuesday is a big day for us.