Day two. Thursday she went in for her first chemo since the colostomy surgery and her white cell count was up, as was her temperature. That's a "get out of chemo" card...but also a "we're admitting you so you don't get Septicimia" card. She's on wide-spectrum penicillin and an IV drip to get her fluid levels back up.
Zoë and I saw her earlier tonight and ended up picking over her food. She had some clam chowder, half a banana and part of a peach. We hoovered up the rest (beef, potatoes, cake...) Her appetite is better, but she's lost a lot of weight and has some serious catching up to do, at least 2,000 calories a day. The goal now is to get her ass home where she can relax and recuperate.
She's not ready for visitors just yet. I've intentionally not given out her phone number...she needs to rest and any activity--even getting out of bed to sit in the chair to eat--wears her out. When she's up for it, I'll let y'all know.
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Let us know when we can send up some more fattening cookies!!!
Jill & Mark
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