I started my second cycle of chemo today. When we arrived I needed to have my blood drawn. Ever heard the saying "Third times a charm"? They were wrong. It took 4 needle sticks prior to placing an IV that would actually work. Its amazing how much pain can be caused by such a small instrument. I tried to take a picture of the bruises I have in my arm, but the pictures didn't come out. We received the go ahead after blood counts came back and I actually slept most of 3-4 hour treatment.
After the 3 of us returned home from the babysitter, Isaac took a good long nap himself. Sarah and I watched "The Newsies"; after which we proceeded to eat a fantastic supper of grilled chicken with marinara sauce and mozzarella cheese.
After supper, I was reminded of a day, years ago, that Mom enlisted my volunteer help. (Can you sense the militaristic connotation?) I was somewhere between the age of 9 and 12, plus or minus. Mom had volunteered my hands into washing the floor and about halfway a keeled over and expressed "I'm gonna need a wife."
Tonight was one of those nights. After a wonderful supper, Sarah was baking my favorite cookies and I took Isaac to wash his hands and face; I then proceeded to change a typical stinky diaper. Unknown to me at the time, this was not a typical diaper of any kind. I can't remember the last time Isaac had a blowout, but Sarah said it was probably close to 8-9 months ago. Sarah graciously came to my aid. In all reality, I bailed. I took the back seat and ran after paper towels, started the tub, took out the cookies when buzzer went off just as the mess had been exposed to the world, and of course distracted Isaac from putting his hands in what could have been a train wreck.
Now Sarah and I relax from the restful day and an eventful evening.
I also thought I would share that the time has come that I've needed to shave my head. I actually shaved my head last Monday, but I was able to keep a goatee until Saturday until that just got too thin where I had to shave it.