Happy Ground Hog Day! As of this writing, I have no idea what’s been going on back in Punxsutawney, PA., home of that famous woodchuck who is so good at forecasting the weather. But I can tell what we’ve been up to, in Shoreline, WA. It’s pretty quiet around here. Daniel has left for the gym. Renee has left for a babysitting gig and Gabrielle is peacefully resting on the couch after her first big outing since all this began. We actually went to a movie today: Argo. It was great. Spoiler alert….nah, just kidding…I won’t tell you about the movie, but we did indeed enjoy it. At the start, I led Gabrielle past the snack bar and waved my arm in a sweeping motion is if I were pharaoh waving to his people. I told Gabrielle, that she was my princess and that as a special treat, one time only, I would buy her anything she wanted: Dots, a hot dog (or two), “nachos” with that oh-so-tasty fake cheese, popcorn. Didn’t get a nibble on any of it. She just wanted to head in to the movie. Shortly after sitting down, she whispered in my ear, “what’s that awful smell?” It was fresh movie house popcorn two rows back and it smelled oh so tempting (at least to me). Not to her. She almost made us move farther away. Yep, I guess that ol’ chemo can wreak havoc on your taste buds and the old schnozzola as well.
As I said, things are quiet around here, but we’ve got a rather strange sight out the window that I just have to tell you about. It’s dark, but an eerie red glow is coming from a 12 foot tall inflatable Santa Claus from the house across the street. He’s all lit up as if the house is still in the running for best Christmas décor on the block. Everybody else around has taken their Christmas lights down. I managed that feat last weekend in the rain. Good timing. The puzzling thing about this Santa fellow is that, honest to goodness, he wasn’t there yesterday, nor all season for that matter, as far as I can tell. Why’d he show up now? That’s what I’d like to know.
Well, I’ve got my own theory: Santa’s coming! And he just had to wait till all the hoopla of Christmas with all its gaudy commercialization died down till he could make his appearance and deliver the goods. And, boy has he come through for us, once again. Take this afternoon for instance. When we got home from the movie (you sure you don’t want me to let you know how the movie ends?), there was a wonderful meal waiting for us from Gabrielle’s friend Karen. Thank you so much! As soon as I’m done here, we’re going to dive into that chicken soup, salad, homemade bread and brownies. Can’t wait…am writing as fast as I can.
Two days ago, we got a package in the mail. It was from Janet in California and was full of all sorts of goodies which Gabrielle mentioned in a previous post. What she didn’t mention was that one of the items that Janet sent was a bag of dried up green stuff. I got home just as Gabrielle had finished chopping it up and smoking some of it. She looked rather disappointed that she was still nauseous. To add insult to injury, she was turning several shades of green herself. I took a look at the stuff and told her it wasn’t the much coveted medical marijuana but kale chips. Just as well. Who needs it, when you’ve got healthy stuff like kale and chicken soup to nosh on? Just kidding…this is a non-smoking, non-doped up house!
I got an e-mail from a kindly patient today, N. (no HIPPA violations for me...who knows, it may not even be his or her real initial), who sent along an Amazon gift card. I also had a great visit with my mom today who showered me with warmth, a meat pie from the British pastry shop and hot coffee (actually didn't shower in it, that was a figure of speech). It was relaxing sitting by her fire and having a chance to just unwind. Oh, and she assured me there is no burn ban, so if the feds come, she made me light the fire, honest. Older brother John's on the other side of the state, so I can't blame him like I prefer to do. So many people have been so nice to us.
But, back to Gabrielle’s health, which is the real reason we’re keeping this blog going. Today’s been pretty good. Diarrhea is slowing way down and we got a call from Dr. Sato that she does not have C. diff, which is a huge answer to prayer. Also, since she only had one medicine in the chemo session yesterday, she is not feeling as lousy as last Saturday about this time. So, that’s two sessions down, 16 to go.
Now, if I can just keep Gabrielle from smoking the rest of the kale, I think I will put some of Orville Redenbacher’s “Movie Time” popcorn into the microwave just to tempt her a little more, gets those gastric juices flowing…