I'm back!

So since my last blog post was basically awesome, I'm posting again. Slash Monica's in Boston catching some well-deserved R&R and asked me to post again.

So where to begin. Mom's thrush and cold sores continue to make swallowing (and therefore eating) hugely painful, so she's lost 2 lbs since Tuesday. Although that's definitely not good news, the positive is that she's losing weight slower than before. Probably because the poor woman has had to put up with Monica and me force-feeding her Farina and split pea soup a la half&half.

The other problem that's reoccured within the last 24 hours is that stinkin' diarrhea (so to speak). She had it so badly today that it got her admitted for yet another weekend and St. Frannie's. Huge bummer as always, but Mom's a trooper and realizes that if they want to admit her, it's for her own safety. Her doctors seem to think that there's an infection attacking her entire digestive system from her mouth to her intestines... cross your fingers that it's not c. diff recurrence!

Otherwise, she's still incredibly neutropenic (low white blood cells=no flowers, no raw fruits or veggies, and NO visits from sick people or anyone who's been around sick people), so no chemo today. However, her spirits are incredibly high. A nurse just came into her room to talk about symptoms and asked if the diarrhea is causing any irritation (if this is TMI then you are reading the wrong blog, home-dawg). Mom's response: "No not really, I'm really lucky!" If I was in her position, I'd be thinking a lot of things but that I'm lucky would not be one of them. Gotta give the woman props.

Mom never EVER fails to mention how flabbergasted she is by the amount of love and support that comes from you all. She firmly believes that that is just as healing as any medication or chemotherapy she could ever get, if not more. Shout-outs all around.