Mike's last chemo treatments, April 20 and 21, went just fine. But we were told I (or another caretaker) will need to stay with him because they are not staffed to help him with mobility issues. In other words, if he needs help getting up to use the restroom, they won't do it. Ptooey.
His biggest issue right now is a persistent, deep, horrible cough; it's going on 10 days now. At yesterday's doctor's appointment, he ordered a chest x-ray and the result was 'no problem, no pneumonia or anything else.' Ptooey.
A prescription for the cough was sent a week ago and not filled until two days ago. Supply issues and non-communication. In the end, the med didn't help. Ptooey.
On the good (or 'non-Ptooey') side, we had lunch with a good friend yesterday. And y'all know we've been having the best weather. Setting up the garden, having plowed five rows and added compost. We had 10 yards of bark dust delivered to dress up the landscaping. Bought kiwi, so I need to finish the materials list and get the trellis built.
Daughter Brooke (with Kylea) came Monday to help with outdoor stuff. We were working and talking in the little side yard, with Kylea making some announcement from out front, until Brooke listened and started laughing. I looked up and realized it was, "Look out, make way, tree coming through!" She was carrying a potted plant, an ocean spray, about as big as she is! So three plants got put in the ground. And on the back deck, after Grandpa got up and went inside, she slid right into his chair. "Kylea, do you want to go in the garden with Mommy, or on the tractor with Grandma?" Her reply, "Nah, I'm just hanging out."
Next appointment will be in ten days for chemo.
Gratitude: Sleep. We get it when we can.
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