Well yesterday was round three in Hil's title fight.
Thanks to Pam and Nick for helping out. Pam spent most of the day with her at the hospital and Nick did chauffeur duties.
Hil's sister and brother in law were over from England for a week or so a visit that we greatly enjoyed. It was especially good for Hil and Norma as they could share "stuff" as only siblings can. As for the rest of us.....a lot of chat and a couple of rounds of golf at "The Valley."
This last round of chemo was great! She got everything into her in record speed.....so far anyway......an hour faster than last time. She was only there for six hours or so.
Hil's pretty tough....with a terrific attitude! The side effects seem to have been limited to being incredibly tired with the exception of losing her hair, mouth so sore she couldn't eat and a permanently upset stomach. No nausea........until this morning. Took her pills then promptly threw up. At least she made it to the washroom! Her weight, by the way, is back to normal. Taraaaaaa!
I start giving her the daily needle today. It seems as though the hospital has won the "Neupogen Fight" probably because her white blood cell count is down. Over all though the oncologist is very happy with her progress and her spleen seems to be reacting well to the medication.
So there you go! She is so thankful for the support she has been getting. Friends, tennis ladies even people from the golf club that she barely knows. Love those cookies ladies.
Your Duck is Dead--
A woman brought a very limp duck into a veterinary surgeon. As she laid her pet on the table, the vet pulled out his stethoscope and listened to the bird's chest.
After a moment or two, the vet shook his head and sadly said, "I'm sorry, your duck, Cuddles, has passed away."
The distressed woman wailed, "Are you sure?"
Yes, I am sure. Your duck is dead," replied the vet..
"How can you be so sure?" she protested. "I mean you haven't done any testing on him or anything. He might just be in a coma or something."
The vet rolled his eyes, turned around and left the room. He returned a few minutes later with a black Labrador Retriever. As the duck’s owner looked on in amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs, put his front paws on the examination table and sniffed the duck from top to bottom. He then looked up at the vet with sad eyes and shook his head.
The vet patted the dog on the head and took it out of the room. A few minutes later he returned with a cat. The cat jumped on the table and also delicately sniffed the bird from head to foot. The cat sat back on its haunches, shook its head, meowed softly and strolled out of the room.
The vet looked at the woman and said, "I'm sorry, but as I said, this is most definitely, 100% certifiably, a dead duck."
The vet turned to his computer terminal, hit a few keys and produced a bill, which he handed to the woman..The duck's owner, still in shock, took the bill. "$150!" she cried, "$150 just to tell me my duck is dead!"
The vet shrugged, "I'm sorry. If you had just taken my word for it, the bill would have been $20, but with the Lab Report and the Cat Scan, it's now $150."
Courtesy of Gord and Vivi!!
Probably Sam and Sam Bailey.
