OK, we may be halfway through but Peggy has had some very rough days—and nights—since her fourth chemo treatment. Neither of us has felt much like blogging. She has eaten very little, though, as my Facebook friends know, I successfully cooked macaroni and cheese and Peggy didn't gag when she ate it. A friend called this afternoon and brought over some Boston Market sandwiches. Very nice. Several people have asked about providing meals for us but Peggy's appetite is hit and miss. Not sure when—or what—she will be able to eat.
Chemo is a mean thing. Poison throughout your system exacting a sometimes severe temporary toll in order to provide a long-term healing.
We're still trusting in God and know this will turn out well. It's just hard to see my girl suffer. Some of you understand this. She has had support from those who have gone through it or had loved ones who have.
Peggy has not felt much like blogging and doesn't want to be writing negative stuff. (She hates to complain, no matter what she's going through.) So I'm writing it for her.
Thank you, friends, for your love and support. We couldn't do it without you.
