Our first "snow" storm. It's in quotations because any real Manitoban knows it's not going to last. They're not real "snow" storms until the darned stuff doesn't leave.
Spent the better part of today in "Clinic" (turns out that's the most popular bouncing oncology word). Kaleb went 2 for 2 with his lines - damaged the right one yet again. The little turd is FAST with those hands! Thank goodness for the nurses. I don't say that enough. They're excellent on the ward during our stays and they've magically repaired the tricky tap into his little system both times, sparing us another surgery to do a re-install. Whew.
More tests on Tuesday. Spinal Tap and marrow biopsy Wednesday. Admitting and commence Round 3 on Friday. Giddy UP.
I've yet to come down from our last round. Three days home and I'm still strung tighter than a round bale. I don't really know why and feel sick to my stomach that I'm wasting this precious re-charge time rolling around in my own insidious emotions. It's just like staring at those gloating, glowing numbers at night, watching the hours tick by as you try to fall asleep. I've said before that I'm better at the in & out, that Patrick is the long-hauler. So true.
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