I've called this ride with cancer something akin to a roller coaster. I don't know if that totally fits. Maybe its more of a tilt-a-whirl , amusement ride that spins around violently while the floor drops out (along with your stomach). Or maybe its a combination of both. One minute you're having fun and the next minute your stomach or rather its contents are making their way out of your body onto the sidewalk. blech!
Roger has had a few good days, and more bad days. Up down up down. On the good days, as you've read previously, he's been up and at it trying to knock out projects and "stuff". He's silly and pleasant and engaged in life. Conversation will flow about politics, news events, etc. On those bad days, well, its the same ol' same ol' ...napping or sitting quietly with his eyes shut, minimal conversation, and little to no movement. Limited conversation and a whole lotta growling.
Sleep is impossible as always for Roger. He sleeps for 1-2 hours, then wakes up and sits up for 15-20 minutes, then lays back down to repeat the cycle for the rest of the night. Very rarely does he make it more than 2 hours sleeping before waking up. Its fitful to say the least.
His appetite seems to slowly be returning. So, he is nibbling more and trying to make more of a concerted effort to eat. I haven't asked his weight recently. I'm afraid he's going to announce he weighs less than me! He's all skin and bones and bones and skin.
We're looking forward to the weekend. No real plans at the moment. Hopefully just a couple good days.
Have a groovy Friday. ~a
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