Well this weekend is proving to be a struggle emotionally and I’m trying so hard to be a big girl and not start bawling. Scott feels like death warmed up after heavy chemo on Thursday and is also starting to feel the radiation effects, he is exhausted and thoroughly hacked off. And through this weariness, somehow I have to get him to take 10 steroid pills, 4 doses of shingles pills, 2 bactrim (antibiotics) and a syringe full of chemo, all nicely spaced out, with food in his tummy, but the chemo has to be on an empty tummy, so that’s a wake up call in the middle of the night. Fun eh. Especially when you throw in Scotts finely honed gag reflex, oh it’s just a barrel of laughs. I wish he would fight with me, tell me to back off, tell me to take my drugs and shove it, but instead he is so very quiet, he takes his medication like the perfect little boy that he is, he tries so hard to hold it in but yet always the tears fall down his cheeks.
“Come! Come! Come – nuclear bomb!”
Morrissey
LOL.
Scott & Sunny
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We are so sorry that things are so difficult for you all right now. Scott sounds like such a little trouper! We are keeping you in our thoughts and prayers.
Staci Krug - wife to Scott's Chemo CardAngel David and mom to Michael
thinking of you all constantly - you WILL get through all of this. Scott has such a good sense of fun and humour when he is 'himself' and hopefully that will help carry him, and the rest of you, through.
hugs to you all
Nana
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