Where indeed?

Every day a new adventure awaits. "Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes with the morning" (Psalm 30:5) No weeping tarried for me last night, but a lot of trips to the bathroom did, as my body clears out the aftermath of my latest chemotherapy. I lost three pounds since yesterday morning; all fluid I'm sure. Please don't think this is a miracle diet. It's a hard way to lose weight. 

Jill has been concerned about the weight loss I experienced during the induction chemotherapy and the first round of consolidation. She's been feeding my like a prize steer in the Chicago stock yards. I bottomed out at 183 pounds, but I am back up to my usual 195 as of today. The medical staff has told me this is no time to concern myself with weight control or calorie counting, so I haven't. Now my concern, as a compulsive eater, is whether I will be able to curb my intake, when the time is right. Mmmm, ice cream every evening...

Today, I am feeling the effects of the chemotherapy. I suspect my hemoglobin and/or platelets are down. My energy is low, and I am not so steady on my feet. I have nothing I have to do today, so whatever will be will be (with apologies to Doris Day). I'll consider a walk, but if I find I am too unsteady on my feet, that can be postponed. 

Tomorrow is my first post-hospital-visit lab work. I am anxious to see where the blood counts have taken me. Last time around, they were slow in coming down, and there was some consternation as to whether they would be high enough for my return to Club Sunnyside. Fortunately, they bottomed out and came roaring back in the nick of time. You may be guessing that I am anxious to have these consolidation rounds of chemotherapy behind me, and you would be right. 

So, every day a new adventure awaits. "This is the day the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it." (Psalm 118:24) What other choice do we have? I believe it was Abraham Lincoln who said, "Most people are about as happy as they make up their minds to be." I choose to rejoice!

Now, let me see. Where did I leave my book...and my pillow?

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