A Good Day

(originally posted by Wendi)

It has been a good day.

Mark, with the break from treatment, has been feeling better. The nausea and GI discomfort that has plagued him all week subsided to still background noise. The Megase has increased his appetite, but not his choice of what to eat - it's like being in the picture book "The Seven Silly Eaters". Popcorn, pickles (5 calories each and no fat, really??), and occasional spoonfuls of ice cream. He's drinking, both water and Gatorade. The pain in his throat has lessened, and his head isn't hurting. And his fatigue has lessened (aided by numerous naps over the weekend).

I had forgotten to mention last week that he has been traveling by wheelchair since Tuesday. He can get on and off the shuttles and make it from bed to the bathroom and back, but he's been so exhausted, he doesn't feel like he can do much else. He says his legs feel tired and weak. I think he may be a bit unsteady on them as well. Also, he hasn't wanted to leave the room while we're at the house, for various reasons.

But today, I put him in the wheelchair and wheeled him outside. We walked around the playground, shot some hoops, and played catch with Bella. I didn't get a picture, but the moments are etched on my heart as he laughed and smiled, fully enjoying the day. Then we walked around the block, me pushing his wheelchair, Bella on a tiny bike, and took in the flowers and birds, talked about the bayou that the trail ran along, and allowed the sun to shine down upon him, something he won't be able to enjoy for much longer, at least not with his head and arms bare like that.

It has been a good day. I know he and I both went to bed thankful for the break, and yet dreading the return of treatments tomorrow. I pray that this week will be easier on him, and that we will hold the good days close and let the others fall by the way.
God bless, and we love you all.