You know, despite all my whining and terrors, I really believe that Terry is going to be okay. Maybe because I refuse to entertain the idea that he will not be my partner forever. I stay awake until I drop, but I sleep.
Worked 8 hrs today - when I got home, Terry and Krista were in Ann Arbor, visiting a friend of hers who had bariatric surgery. So I curled up and took a nap. When I woke up, they were staring down at me, saying boy, you look awful. You look exhausted. Please, go back to sleep.
Hmmm, maybe I need some more rest.
Terry is having bouts of insomnia. But he is napping a lot. The chemo/rads really took it out of him. But his face is looking better - rested and ready. And, despite the fact that Cisplatin and 5FU have hair loss as an SE, he really needs a hair cut, and he just lost a little around the hair line (Wouldn't you know!).
Today, we are having a good day.
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