"Let's toast to family," and Nan and I did with our glasses of pinot gris. We were sitting outside at Wild Flower, one of the many restaurants in the Central West End. Although only two blocks from the hospital, it seemed a world away, and I thank cousin Nan for driving down to see me for the afternoon. We enjoyed a nice long walk and then threw kisses from our places on the sidewalk to Bob in his room.
As for Bob, he feels very fatigued and suffers a general malaise. Everything is an effort, and he's spending a lot of time sleeping. Because he sucked on ice while receiving the melphalan, he didn't get any mouth sores, and the vomiting and diarrhea he experienced on the days after transplant are now controlled with medications. He doesn't have much appetite. He says he is going "through the valley" as his blood counts keep decreasing. Those Keebler elves must be doing their job.
Praying for you both. Miss you a lot. Sorry that I haven't been in touch. Actually dreamt about you both this morning and then, here's your post. Take care of you as well.
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