A Tot and Tea

So yes, I added a hot toddy into my daily routine, for the time being.  Just before bedtime, I boil the kettle, figure out what type of herbal tea I feel like dressing up with a shot of bourbon, lemon and honey, and then settle down with my lovely little nighttime cocktail.  My daughter suggested this, what a smart child I raised.  I think she suggested it as a temporary measure to battle the head cold, but I am considering adding it permanently.  It’s a rather nice way to end the day.  Sure beats taking a sleeping pill.

Living on my own I realize that I have become rather lazy in certain aspects. Meals fall in this area.  When Kevin was alive every meal was planned out, both while he was healthy and especially after he became ill.  Meal planning became even more important when he was diagnosed with cancer.  He had to keep his protein intake up and, when he was in chemotherapy, he really didn’t feel like eating.  His deal with me was that when he ate, and what he ate, I would have to eat too.  The thing was, some of the stuff, especially the asparagus soup episode, I really didn’t like.  A deal is a deal though.  I suffered through it as did he.  It made for a lot of meal preparation, planning, eating and clean-up.  Now that he’s gone I find that I just don’t feel like cooking, or planning or preparing for my meals.  I still have an appetite; just have gotten a little lazy.  Enter the cruise – wow, food galore, all hours of the day, all made by somebody else – perfect!

But now I am back to reality – five pounds heavier, and with a renewed appetite.  What a shock when I opened the refrigerator and saw how empty it was.  More of a shock when I saw that what was on the shelves was pretty much all bottles and jars long past their expiration dates.  Time to get interested in things again.  Time to pick up and put some effort into meal planning, prepping and cooking.  My intentions are good, but then this is a good day.  They come and they go.  I’m still riding the roller coaster.

 

 

Second Chemo Treatment – Days 1 and 2

Day 1 ended much as it began, with a cloudy and muddled man just getting through the day.  He spent most of the day resting or sleeping, although he did eat and drink fairly well for a person with no appetite.  We stuck with soups, smoothies and a finely cut up stew.  He needed two nausea tablets yesterday, but there was no vomiting.  Day 2, today, has started off on a similar note.  We had a bland breakfast of oatmeal and stewed prunes, tea, lemon water and a smoothie.  Whatever he could get in of any of it was fine by me.  We had opted for more hydration today and the visiting nurse came by and hooked up his saline solution to his picc line.  He will get a half litre today (over the course of 2 hours) and we will see how he does/feels after that.

The nurse spoke with him about two items.  The first being his commitment to exercise.  This is a good thing, however, they discussed how out of breath he was just from walking up and down our hallway four times.  (This was all he could manage today.)  She reminded him that his adrenaline is hard at work dealing with the chemo infusion he had and consequently he won’t be able to do much in the way of physical activity at this particular moment.  He needs to rest.  The second item was “chemo brain”, the inability to retrieve information or recall things with the ease he once had.  He’s been very frustrated about his perceived memory loss.  This is not uncommon, and there is a lot of information out there on it, even support groups.  Fortunately, this too is temporary and will pass.  These little concerns can become quite monumental when you don’t know what to expect.  I am most thankful that we have the nurse that we do.