Just a quick update. I'm tired and I need to sleep. Had a horrible dream last night about my sister, woke up, too scared to open my eyes, and too scared to go back to sleep again. She was the grim reaper and had come to take my soul, armed with a broom instead of a scythe!! I screamed and screamed, but no sound came out. Uggg. I hate dreams.
Scott had clinic today and all went well. His anc was 5500 (steroids!) and all other bloodwork was good, apart from baso (I think) which was elevated and could indicate an allergy. The nurse was a little unsure but said not to panic. So I won't. LOL. Whilst I was there I was introduced to a new cancer Mum from Liverpool, her 16 year old son had recently been diagnosed with Hodgkins Lymphoma. What a nice kid he is and has this great Liverpudlian/American accent, you got to hear it to believe it!! Nice Mum too.
So, Scott had his methotrexate and then off we went to his next appointment with the optician. David also had an appointment and both of them got new prescriptions and new specs ordered. As I type this they are both bedridden (and softly whining) with headaches and sore eyes from the drops.
As for Kev ... well he is a bit of a medical mystery but is doing a little better. He has had the doctors all confused but has been moved to the stroke ward and so I guess that is where they are currently leaning. Thankfully he has bouts of consciousness and has squeezed Mary's hand, a big move in the right direction. Mary said the stroke ward is full of dottery old people with the exception of Kevins bed which is usually surrounded by young folks blasting Hannah Montana CD's in the hope Kevin will 'snap out of it', jump out of bed and leg it! Kevin means a great deal to me, as a teenager he lived with me for a couple of years, he was a pain in the neck but so incredibly cute and loveable too. Hopefully he will make huge leaps and be back to his normal, annoying self very soon.
Thanks for checking in. Over and out.