They took Jacqueline off to get an enema — something she’s highly phobic about.
I hope this can happen without incident and I can get her home to the hotel.
We’re definitely staying to do the treatment on Monday and can leave on Wednesday to return home.
So Saturday and Sunday we sit around a hotel room. Which is not as fun as it was when I was in my 20s.
She was impacted so it was necessary. Ahhh, the indignities of cancer treatment.
Back in the hotel and she's sound asleep.
I'm off to find a happy hour.
I'm sorry, JZ and Hec. I'm glad Emmett is able to help out.
that sounds pretty terrible, Hec. Hope things are smoother from here,although if I meet the designer of human digestive system we're gonna have a word, for sure, even though the stakes of my struggle with it are smaller.
Sending both of you love and comfort, Hec.
although if I meet the designer of human digestive system we're gonna have a word
I'm picturing a giant velvet curtain behind which sit PInky and the Brain, or possibly the Midnight Bomber What Bombs at Midnight.
Intelligent design my… well YOUR… ass…
Oh no, Hec and JZ! Though this part does make me very happy:
the blood work shows the study meds are helping
Yes very happy to hear about the bloodwork, if not the rest of it!
I’m trying to decide how long to stay at dancing. Almost didn’t make it out because I was feeling low, and now that I’m here the heat and the movement are making me a bit woozy