Really Bad Weekend

So I was pretty much strapped into my bed this weekend, especially Friday and Saturday. I received my treatment on Thursday and as I woke up Friday I was not feeling well. As the day went along I started to feel worse and worse. The pain level was increasing in strength and frequency. The pain was starting to win the internal fight and I was not reaping the benefits in any way. The pain was having a hay day with me. Let's shoot a boat load of pain into his tricep. OK let's do that again. That worked. OK, now let's change it to the other side. HA HA HA. He is squirming. And in deed I was. By the time Saturday came along (the worst day) I was a statue in my bed. I did not move for much. One reason I moved was to drink water (often to take more pain meds), the other was to get up to puke or go the bathroom. I can tell you I was pretty well medicated. Katherine asked me if I remembered something she said, and I had no clue. She said it best "You lost a day." My mom came down Friday afternoon and stayed until Sunday, which helped, Katherine and Alek. She was able to take care of me at points when Kath was busy and then she able to do some things for Kath, so Kath could take care or me. Also between the two of them, they were able to take care of Alek. Trust me I did not have to worry about Alek being taken care of. HA HA HA.

Right now I am in the Dana Farber as we speak. As I type it looks like I am going to be treated today. So we will see how the next two days go.

Kris