Maria, Hubby wanted to tell you something, that if your DH is anything like him, that not having you there means he doesn't have to be stoic and tough and not show the effect these treatments are having on him. Hubby has asked me to leave treatment rooms because he can't hold on to the "I will not show weakness in front of my wife" thing he holds on to at nearly any cost.
The point of all this is to get your DH better. Whatever it takes--you at work, someone at his side that he doesn't care if they see him showing "weakness"--doesn't matter so long as it all works.
Andi and Daniel, glad that it's not worse and that it's manageable.
Maria, so many of the wise, wonderful people around here have already said everything I immediately thought, but I'll echo smonster and Pix and everyone else who said be good to yourself, love. You're not bad or weak or slacking or any of the things the evil imps have been whispering in your ear.
Maria, what everyone else said. You're doing everything you can possibly do for your DH, and if there is anything we can do here to support you, please let us know.
Rice Krispies, for those who aren't on FB-- I competed today at the Seattle Crystal Ball-- took first in nearly every dance I competed. Most of them were uncontested, but apparently, judges have the discretion to award you any placement they feel is warranted, so it's possible I could have taken a second or third, so I'll take the firsts as a win. My primary accomplishment was competing for the first time in what's known as scholarship in the rhythm competition, which means I danced cha-cha, rumba, and east coast swing in sequence and at the end of it, I took first place! Yay, me!
Now, I'ma eat pizza, watch football, fall down go boom.
Yay, Barb!
We went shopping today, and I finally figured out where all the non-wool sweaters were hiding.
Barb, that's awesome!
Daniel must be feeling better. He just came downstairs and into the kitchen, and said, "You've corrupted me with your smells."
blink blink
Well, I was indulging in Chinese restaurant take-away leftovers for breakfast, and his appetite has been non-existent the last day or so.
Bad weekend. Wallybee lost her wedding ring down the toilet. Managed to save the engagement ring, but the wedding ring was gone. She's pretty upset about it.
