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Pills and Grout

Tuesday, August 2, 2005 4:56 PM CDT

Well, getting to the doctor appointment was an ordeal. Got Dave in the shower, after a near spill in the bathroom. Got him dressed, he had some yogurt and about a million pills. Then the puke came. He threw up once in the bedroom. Thought we had it under control, but when he stood up to come downstairs, puke again. Poor guy. We upped his dex, that should help, if he can keep it down! Zofran isn't really helping much, which tells us the nausea is due to swelling. Thanks for coming to help, Bob.

The visit with the doc was good. He said, "Big guy, I'm not giving up on you!" He prescribed the tarceva and VP-16, and we'll check next week on blood counts and how Dave's feeling, if all is good, we'll add temodar at that point. The pharmacy had to order the meds, so we won't start until tomorrow. Both are pills, so that will be easier than IV. I'm actually glad that the pharmacy didn't have them in stock, because I expect to hear from UW tomorrow after tumor board. Turns out Dave's scans didn't get there in time to get on the agenda for last Wednesday. Not sure what's up with Duke, but we're not waiting around.

After the appointment, we visited with Skip and Mom & Dad in the waiting room. Dave ate most of an Ice Burg hamburger and blackberry shake and felt much better after eating something. Got him home and he's taking a little snooze. He was awake most of the night, so thankfully Jeffrey is coming over, which he doesn't want to miss a minute of, so he'll be awake this evening, and hopefully sleep tonight. And me, too. When he doesn't sleep, neither do I!

Going out with the girls tonight. Should be fun. Painted the living room yesterday. Still staring at that grout. Decided to paint rather than grout. Maybe it's just cuz grout is such an ugly word. I mean, say it to yourself....grout. Ick.

Love to you all, thanks for the prayers. Thanks for the cookies and pizza and everything, Diane, cookie lady. Love, Shelley


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