"It's like my father always use to say, it's always somethin. If it ain't one thing, it's another."
Seriously, Sam could use your prayers. He's a little discouraged. The swallowing is sort of working again, but the choking/drowning feeling he experienced really halted his progress. He has since been able to swallow his pills with water but he is really hesitant to try to eat food. Even with Dr. Celin's expert opinion that swallowing food is easier than water, he hasn't tried yet. I think he just wants to take it slow and may just need to attempt it when he's ready.
Of course that makes the line I walk more difficult because I want to push him and say, "But Dr. Celin said... blah, blah, blah... don't you believe him?... blah, blah, blah." But then I realize that I wouldn't want someone to push me into a pool if I wasn't ready. So, there's the answer, right?
I think the fact that Thanksgiving is coming and he was hoping to be further along with the food issue has put a damper on his mood. The idea of eating a piece of turkey thigh was starting to sound good to him. Not that he's going around with a long face, it's just that he's sick of being sick. He wants to be well again and it's not happening as fast as he would like.
On the lighter side, I think I know why Sam is tired. It's cause he’s working in his sleep. Figuratively, of course. It’s rather humorous to me (not so much to him) but the meds he’s on cause him to have very vivid dreams and so he talks in his sleep quite a bit and makes gestures - like, for example, he'll look like he's washing his hands or like he's working the remote. I have trouble sleeping cause when he starts to talk, I'm nosey and want to know what he's going to say. Mostly he mumbles stuff I can't understand. Every once in a while it's pretty clear. Like one night he said, "I'll get that, Jim." When I quizzed him about it the next day, he said that he was dreaming he was in the audience of the David Letterman Show and someone was performing some tricks with smoke and he was participating. I guess you had to be there.
Well, I guess the best course of action is to take things as they come, day-by-day, and continually remind ourselves to be thankful Sam's alive and has a chance to beat this cancer. It would be great to be further ahead in this process and yet I remind myself that they say it takes a year to recover from this treatment.
Please pray for courage for Sam and patience for me.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
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Hi Maddy:
I will pray for Sam and his discouragement. I certainly can understand it. You know they have this stuff they use for old people. It thickens up everything. They hate it though, and well, now that Sam has read "old" I guess I've blown that,huh? Sorry, Sam. ;)
Jim does weird things in his sleep too. A few nights ago, he was sewing...or tieing a fishing hook on the line. I'm not sure. He can't remember.
Well, my dear. Hangeth thou in there.
Gloria
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