21 November 2006

2-2 day.
First of all, a very special thanks to our friends the Reeves, who live here in Virginia. Marjie and I were stationed with them back in 1987 at NAVCAMS WESTPAC GUAM. Bob and Steph sent me a package that I received this morning in the mail with 5 Yellow bracelets from the Lance Armstrong Foundation. The Lance Armstrong Foundation believes unity is strength, knowledge is power and attitude is everything. They provide the practical information and tools to help people affected by cancer live life on their own terms. There was a note from Bob saying that they hope things are going ok for me and to Hang in there! You'll kick it's ass! They are each wearing one of bracelets as I, Marjie and David.
Thanks so much!
I checked out their website this morning and it's packed with lots of good information.
If anyone is interested, here is their link: LIVESTRONG SurvivorCare
In the last week I've received emails, posts to my blog and cards from friends and family that have been truly amazing. I should probably thank each and every one of you separately, but figure that I'll just take care of it in this blog. Your comments mean more to me than you will ever know. THANKS to all of you. You know who you are.
Back to what's going on. Things are so so today. The feeding tube they put in me doesn't look infected or anything, but hurts like crazy. The pain feels like it did a day or two after the surgery and I'm having a hard time walking around without being all hunched over. When Marjie changed the dressing this morning, she noted that there was less puss on the bandage than had been there the day before, so it should be healing up and not getting worse. I started taking antibiotics yesterday evening for this, so hopefully things will start to get back to normal. I still can't figure out why the tube is causing me so much pain, but I'll have to deal with it and see what happens over the next few days.
Nausea is still at bay and my taste buds remain screwed up. Other than that, things are the same.
Went to the commissary with Marie early this afternoon to pick up last minute stuff for Thanksgiving and by the time I was finished pushing the basket through the store,
my gut was in so much pain all I could think about was getting back home and relaxing on the couch.
So here I am, updating the blog and watching Saving Private Ryan on HBO. Stomach still hurts like hell, but tomorrow is a new day. I have an appointment with Dr. Atienza, the Oncologist tomorrow morning to get my white blood cells checked and to see how everything else looks as far as bloodwork goes.
More to follow.