Potholes in the road

Well, we knew it wasn't going to be a breeze. We hadn't quite counted on a n'oreaster.

The last week has been about the worst we've had. Steve's had everything: nausea, vomiting, diarrhea and stomach cramping. None of the medications are doing much for any of this, so i called the oncologist for an appointment earlier this week. They did blood tests and pronounced everything to be in expected ranges. But gave him a drip of IV fluids with some atavan and other meds in it and sent him home with an appointment to come back the next day (wednesday) if he didn't feel better. By Tuesday night he was feeling significantly better and was even able to eat a bit -- a tiny can of pears and a small bowl of oatmeal was about it.

So on Wednesday, he thought he'd be OK and did not go for more fluids. But by the evening, he was feeling crappy again. Thursday is chemo day and I encouraged him to eat something before we went. One bite and he was tearing ass for the bathroom.

When we got to the cancer center, he was feeling as bad as ever -- not well enough to even have the treatment. They gave him fluids, prescribed something stronger for diarrhea and sent him to the hospital for some abdominal xrays to see if he may have something else going on like a blockage. We didn't get those results today.

Since we got home, Steve's been sleeping. When he's not even up for watching ESPN, i know that he feels bad.

He's back to the cancer center tomorrow for more fluids and to see the doc about the results of his xray. Along with all this, he's lost more weight and is down to 128 pounds (and that's fully dressed with shoes on!). Doesn't look like his body will be able to handle any chemo until we get past this and he regains some strength.

Will post tomorrow when I know something more.