A few folks were concerned that I didn't get a post up yesterday. I guess I set the wrong expectations by blogging so much during the beginning. I pretty much felt like shit the entire weekend, so I had to take a day off from posting. The reality is, the post frequency may fall off quite a bit, I really don't know. I'm not going to get into the gory details of all my discomfort as some of you are probably eating your morning bagel right about now.
But I will say this... with the exception of making two slow laps around the 8th floor yesterday morning with Doogie, I pretty much lay in bed all day and watched football. Not having the package kinda sucks, but at least there were good games on in the morning (MIN/CHI, CIN/IND). I was bummed I didn't get to watch the cowgirls, but STL/SF wound up being a great game. Of course, tonight is the game that really matters. Hopefully I'll feel up to having visitors. The blood I got yesterday seems to be giving me a little more energy. Charles and Tripp are tentatively scheduled to make an appearance.
The rest of my family had a much different (better?) Sunday. We got one of those fluky days where it was really warm out -- even by the beach. Tripp and Monique were kind enough to take Floyd for most of the day, and Auntie Na Na took baby-O. Looks like everyone had a great time, and Heather got some time to deal with the new house, moving prep, etc.
Here are some pics from the beach. Floyd and Evans looked like they had a blast. Thanks for sending, Tripper
And here's one of sleeping O. Thanks, Naomi!
So it's Monday. My 7th day of chemo and the day we hopefully find out a little more about what lies ahead. Let's hope for a good day. Go Eagles!
I will kick its ass,