Ah, the holidays. Spending time with family, decorating the house, crackling fires, hot cocoa, warm cookies, and chemo.
On Friday, T will begin round two of chemo. Chemo: the
sequel. Last time, he did an oral form of chemo along with radiation.
That's when he had to go into Chicago every week day for twenty-eight
days. Talk about exhausting. This time, it's a bit of a different
routine. He'll go to Northwestern for an afternoon where he'll have
labs taken and chemo through the port he had implanted last week. The
chemo will last about three hours that day, and then he'll get to come
home with a very fashionable fanny pack. The pack will be attached to
his port, and it will continue to dispense chemo for two to three days.
(I hope T will let me bedazzle the fanny pack. Glitter and sparkles
for the holidays! It's all the rage in chemo chic.) After those few
days, hopefully a home health aide will come to the house to unhook the
chemo from his port just so we don't have to make another trip into the
city. If not, we'll deal.
He'll have two weeks between
his chemo treatments. We hope this rest period will lessen the fatigue
that tends to go hand in hand with chemo. The holiday season is not
exactly the best time for T to be sick and tired. Then again, I guess
no season is really great for that kind of nonsense. But T's birthday
is coming soon, then Christmas, then New Year's. The kids will be out
of school for two weeks, and if it's anything like last time, I'll be
frantically trying to keep them quiet so T can rest or sleep. Maybe it
won't be so bad, though. T isn't exactly a cold weather kind of guy, so
it's not like he would be out enjoying the snow in his free time. If
the weather is as bitterly cold as the random, nameless Internet sources
are saying, we'll all just want to hunker down and stay warm
We know how everything went down last time, and so there is a bit
of trepidation going into this round. T knows what to expect, and
although this time may be completely different from the last time, it's
hard to ignore past experience. There is also the addition of the stoma
and the ostomy bag this time around, and that's a wild card. But that's life, isn't it?
My Christmas wish is that our family can get through this next
step with our sanity intact, with our love for one another still strong,
with the ability to find joy in the little things, to keep making each
other laugh even when we want to cry, and the holiday magic still
sparkling throughout the house. It's a tall order, but there are four
Wells who would appreciate anything you can spare. I promise we'll
leave some good treats by the fireplace for you, and I hope you're able
to get a good, long rest after the holidays.
Give my best to Mrs. Claus and the elves!
PS-It wouldn't be terrible if you wanted to leave me an elf to do the laundry.