Monday, February 28, 2011

CHEMO: Day One

Mike wanted a normal day so I was in school all day. My chest was squeezed tight and I yawned like I was exhausted. But lessons commenced and education happened. In one class, we are finishing the reading of a novel and getting ready for the test. In the other, it was notes about Transcendentalism. Walden, anyone?

Mike drove himself to the oncology department where they ushered him into the private room. "If you get there early, you get that private room," he said. Throughout this adventure, Mike has always opted for either the first appointment of the day or the last.

He said it went well. Shortly after 11, he left, ran a few errands, got some lunch and drove home. There he worked on the footstool that will match that chair. He went to the YMCA for his swim and then came back home to cook dinner.

He brought out the rotisserie, rubbed up a chicken and placed it inside. A quick call to his mother and we had company for dinner.

Now it's time to settle in the the night. He says he's tired. I know that I am.

So, Day One is past. Thank you for your continued prayers.


  1. Mike and Lynne:

    Day-by-Day, moment-by-moment, we are keeping you in the forefront of our most sincere prayers.