Well, not quite: but tomorrow is our last day here, and Saturday we have an obscenely early flight back to the US ( Read more... )

Whoops - my pledge to post regularly slipped a little, there. Sorry 'bout that ( Read more... )

So every forty-eight hours, Karen gets blood tests and a consult with the haemologist. (I kinda want to say haemiatrician, but I know that's wrong.) Two days ago, her white bloodcell count was 800, and she was officially in neutropenia; today it was 400, so we are double or half or whatever. Twice as sunk. This is all to the good, because what's ( Read more... )

Properly, falling is Karen's job, and she makes a much better fist of it than I do. We can't all be second-degree black belts in Aikido ( Read more... )

All things are weird, but some are more weird than others ( Read more... )

I may be showing the first signs of cabin fever. After a fortnight basically withindoors, I suppose that ain't bad, but it is deuced inconvenient, especially coming today of all the days we've had so far ( Read more... )

Day Plus One, and we are largely hanging around the apartment trying to do nothing and not quite succeeding ( Read more... )

After a truly horrible very bad night, we went to the clinic this morning and Karen was immediately whisked off to a side-room for intravenous meds to get some kind of control over her nausea etc. They followed that with what we were really there for, the transfusion of her stem cells back into her body. I was sent from the room and didn't get to ( Read more... )

So, I shall elect to call that Night Minus One, as against Early Morning Day Zero: for, as anticipated, Karen had a horrid time of it. She's sick as a dog, and staying in bed until the last possible moment. I didn't sleep much either, despite having taken a lorazepam in hope; as you know, I have my own issues, and was out of bed frequently beside ( Read more... )

Day Minus One: and all the worst is behind us, except for the actual feeling rotten. Hopefully ( Read more... )