Brief stint in hell...and now the trip out

Yep, it was a pretty nasty stint in hell.  Roger was flat out miserable.  For a couple days he simply couldn't get comfortable. He'd wake up 3-4 times a night and need to sit up or would thrash around in bed or on the sofa.   We spent a couple nights downstairs - Roger on the sofa and me across from him sleeping on the recliner.  When he's in the midst of the worst part of treatment, I like to stay close by.  There have been a couple times where he has woken up in the middle of the night aspirating.  Its all pretty unsettling. 

He is now slowly coming out of the the hell we've come to know from chemo.  He is getting more chirpy and is starting to move about the house a little more.  He ventured out briefly today to get lunch (and you KNOW it was fast food); this was the first time since last Friday. Its so odd.  Roger used to get stir crazy if he was in the house for more than a day or two.  Now its days on end and he doesn't seem to notice the minutes/hours/days tick away.  I guess its a good thing he doesn't notice...you'd be even more miserable if you realized you'd been couped up for so long.  Its just great to see him up and moving.   As he starts to feel better and more conscious, he starts back up where he left off over a week ago with projects, conversations, etc.  Its like life goes on hold for 5-7 days - almost frozen - and then as the chemo's intensity decreases you resume life where you left off.  Strange.

Many thanks to all for the offers to go with me or go get a Christmas tree for us. I have been hugely tempted to jump on the offer but I've held off for two reasons:  1) its one of our few traditions (so I hate to NOT go with Roger), and 2) I've been hoping he'd be up for a small trip out to get him out of the house.  He announced tonight he'd be up for going out this weekend to search a nearby tree lot to find a suitable tree.  (Yahoo!)  He is already planning the various layers he'll bundle up in to stave off the cold.  Here is are a couple pictures of him this week when he was going to go out to the garage to get something from his car.  I just got him the hat along with long underwear.  Layers, baby!  I LOVE the hat.  He isn't so sure but he likes how warm his head and neck is. 

I'm sure the days will continue to improve.  Will share more Roger stories as they begin to emerge as he comes out of chemo hell.   g'night. ~ a