Week 8

Seriously!?!  Week 8 already?  Where did the time go?

My sister is gaining ground day by day this week.  She actually managed to get out of bed Tuesday and get dressed.  This round of treatments really kicked her behind; complete with sores in her mouth, and a raw tongue and throat - all of which are much better.  Today, she actually ate food.  In fact, her appetite was insatiable.  I hope she continues to eat voraciously ... maybe she will gain back the weight she has lost since this treatment and the last one.  I will wager than she is 95 lbs soaking wet, and she started out at 112.  It kills me to watch her suffer, especially when I look at her and see our mother during her battle with colon cancer.  Breaks my heart.  (I miss you so much, Mom.)

My heart is also breaking because I will not be around to make sure she drinks enough liquid, takes her medicine when and how she is supposed to, eats properly, and above all get rest because I am packing up the contents of my house to move to Michigan to live closer to my son (this is his idea, and my sister is demanding that I go).  I will be worrying on a daily basis that her immediately family - hubby and daughters - will stay on top of things.  Lord knows, they are not doing that now.  Heck!  They won't even make sure to cover their mouths when they sneeze or cough around her.  Don't they realize that she now has ZERO immune system.  She can't fight even the weakest of viral or bacterial infections!!!

On a different note, even though I am not looking forward to moving yet again, I am excited about today because my handsome, 6' 3-12" red-headed Irish boy's plane will be touching down at our local airport at 11:00 a.m - complete with his best friend in tow.  Oh Happy Day!!