Not much to report

I’ve been doing my usual daily routine. I get up, have breakfast, and watch the news. Feeling terrible for Jamaica with Melissa closing in.

I’ve been teaching my wife some recipes for dinner. Easy one-pot, 30-minute or less healthy meals. I have not been able to cook lately. I get the ingredients ordered and prepped, but my wife has taken over the cooking responsibilities, and let me tell you, it’s been delicious. I still get to express my creativity with the meal planning and prep; I just can’t stand there to cook. I can do all the veggie chopping and seasonings for liquids. She follows my instructions, and it’s like I haven’t stopped. This weekend we prepped some pot roast and had that for the last two nights. It was delish. The sauce was luscious and rich. I’m proud of her. Tonight we are having a type of sweet and sour chicken with peppers, onions, pineapple, and sticky rice. I’ve been working out the recipe in my head for the last couple of days. It should be yummy.

I’m about two weeks out from my last chemo round, and I have to say the week of it was brutal. Lots of weakness in my legs. Some brain fog. I hate being constipated from the Zofran. But I won’t trade it for the nausea and vomiting. That sucks.

Today is Tuesday, meaning bloodwork. We made it on time, but the lab was about a half an hour behind. Not too bad; usually, we only have to wait like 5 minutes. My specialty pharmacy was texting me overnight regarding my next refill. I pushed it through, not sure when it will arrive. My next round starts November 4th. I’ll have to let the medical oncologist know when that starts to see if my bloodwork is okay for the next round of chemo.

Thanks for stopping by!
~Bruce