Long enough wait?

I apologize profusely for the lag between the last post and this. It has been the longest week EVER.

On a pain scale of one to ten, Rob's pain was an 18. Needless to say, he was OK with the dying option last week. It was really just awful watching him have so much pain and not really be able to do anything for him.

He has cut back on his pain meds (seriously? I think that he is a masochist). See justification below:

OK. After a trip to the ER (six blissful hours) last week, Rob was sent home with three prescriptions. One being the medicine that docs prescribe when they are preparing patients for a colonoscopy. His high dosage of narcotics for two weeks basically rendered his bowels useless. (Is this more information than you wanted to hear? I know that EVERYONE that is reading this, loves Rob, so in essence, you DO want to hear, right???) He had severe nausea and he looked a lot like Homer Simpson (think: HUGE stomach).

Well, yesterday was a great day! His pain level was at a tolerable level - he says that he refuses to rate it anymore. Things are moving again (hehehe). All systems, go. He is feeling like a human being once again. (Thank goodness!)

Tomorrow the Tumor Review Board meets (we assume once again). We will see Dr. Collins on Thursday this week to find out the verdict. Ahhh! The suspense is killing us!

Here is a funny story that will make you laugh: Noah was rummaging through Rob's closet where he keeps his CamelPak (a backpack that has a container for water with a long clear tube that connects to an apparatus that you drink from while hiking). He pulls out the long clear tube and says, "Hey! Here's Daddy's chest tubes!" He then placed the clear tube next to his side and made a face that looked like he was sick and included his tongue hanging out. Rob and I thought it was pretty funny.