Post-chemo #11

Chemo #11 has come and gone, bringing with it either another case of bronchitis or a toxic reaction to bleomyacin. We went to Montgomery Friday afternoon for a chest x-ray, and that was the verdict. I’m leaning more toward bleomyacin problems because Gunter has been bumping down his steroids the past couple of treatments, which are supposed to combat reactions like this. If it goes unchecked, a bleomyacin reaction could cause long-term lung damage.

Gunter will take his last treatment Feb. 25 (woo-hoo!) and have a PET scan sometime during the first week in March. We’ll find out the results March 10.

Karen B. drove all the way to Andalusia yesterday to eat lunch with me. We sat and talked for over four hours. It will have to happen again soon.

Gunter and I tried the Huddle House in Andalusia for the first time last night. It excites me that we have something Waffle House-ish right down the road, just in case we get a craving for cheese eggs and hash browns in the middle of the night. Ha!

I thought I’d share a photo of one of my favorite things… These happy flowers were planted by Mrs. Moore, who used to live in our house. A whole row of them still come up every February and brighten my day. When she planted them, I bet she didn’t know that her work would benefit others later.





“All discipline for the moment seems not to be joyful, but sorrowful; yet to those who have been trained by it, afterwards it yields the peaceful fruit of righteousness. Therefore, strengthen the hands that are weak and the knees that are feeble, and make straight paths for your feet…Pursue peace with all men, and the sanctification without which no one will see the Lord.” – Hebrews 12:11-14