I haven't posted on purpose during these immediate days of Christmas. It was that bad. I didn't want to be Debby Downer and squash anyone's holiday. We got home on Christmas Eve and Jeff really shouldn't have been discharged. He was the sickest he's ever been. But because there was an unknown doctor on call and it was Christmas and there was a big snow - well, we just toughed it out. Plus I had reassurance from my brother-in-law who is a doctor, my brother who is a pharmacist and my Mom who is a nurse. I won't scare you with all the gory details but the highlights were: 12 hours of hiccups and a raging case of thrush in his mouth and throat. Plus all the normal holiday vomiting. Today he has turned a corner and I think he's going to make it. We saw the doctor (not our real doctor) and he said everything was ok. Jeff got two bags of IV fluid at the dr's office and was so tuckered out by the trip to Amarillo that he has already gone to bed. Blood test results will be back tomorrow. He might need blood.
Christmas was actually a success if you ask my children. Jeff's brother, Ron came and stayed with Jeff on Christmas Eve so I could take the kids to church and to my family Christmas. Thank you, Ron!!!! I needed a break and my kids needed Christmas traditions uninterrupted by cancer. The biggest challange is my parents' fault. They totally ruined me with magical childhood Christmas's. And as an adult I feel the overwhelming need to recreated that for my kids. And it is exhausting. So Christmas Eve I stayed up all night checking on Jeff, wrapping and creating an unexpected snow. (that was the big joke, that I got my kids snow for Christmas). I was so blessed to have my Mom and Dad come over Christmas morning. Because by then I would have been in tears to carry on by myself. With their help we had a wonderful breakfast, enthusiasm and of course the Christmas spirit. Thank you Mom and Daddy!!! It all worked and my kids are blessed and happy. What more can you ask for?
And now I am in collapse mode. Lots of couch time, TV time and napping. I don't know when I will recover.
Thank you for all the love you are sending our way. We need it! Christmas by definition is such a beginning. But I think the aftermath is always a letdown instead. Such a build up and then it's over. I'm going to be very careful during this period of time. Chemo is also over. We will have to move on to a new phase. Scans. Decisions. New realities. I'm sure we will need you more than ever. I'll keep you updated on news as soon as we have it.
Two funny stories to share.
We found out today our Dr is in Fiji for two weeks. We decided it's probably not a pleasure trip. We think he must be a missionary doctor during all his days off. He is healing the sick in poor countries. Yeah right!
My kids enjoyed sledding in all the fun snow. I told them the story of how my grandfather used to take us sledding when we were little in the pasture behind his house. I told them how much I loved that memory. My kids current method of sledding involves a plastice sled, two ropes and a four wheeler. Later after they got in Gracie said, "Mom, how did Grandfather pull you on your sled when you were a little girl? With horses?"
Is she mixing me up with Jingle Bells - In a one horse open sleigh? How old does she think I am?
Peace and Love and Holding on,
Jeff and Leta
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