What a Week!

What a week this has been. I left, very reluctantly, to go to my Arbonne convention in Las Vegas. I was so worried that Rob would get worse as the week wore on.

All during the week, he didn't feel well at all. I am grateful for friends and family to get the kids to where they needed to go as well as all of their meals so they wouldn't starve.

I am so incredibly grateful that despite my worries of leaving Rob, I was able to go to Las Vegas and enjoy my conference and be with my amazing Arbonne sisters. It was a week of incredible training, surrounded by positive men and woman, and being uplifted! It was nice to have the technology to text my family and have constant communication to know that everyone was well off.

When I returned home on Friday (late - my airplane had electrical issues and we had to de-plane, board another, and were in the air an hour later), Rob's dad drove us straight to Rob's oncologist for his first round of chemo.

We saw a physician's assistant before starting his chemo. His blood pressure & weight looked good (despite not eating more than a meal's worth of food during an entire week). His oxygen levels, however, were dismal. Remember how they were 84% when we were at the ER five days earlier? Well, on two liters of oxygen, they were at 83%. Yeah, they moved pretty quickly to increase it to four. Huh. Not sure how we can know this in the future. I am planning on contacting the home health agency to have them come out to our home periodically to check it - don't want it slowly slipping and have no idea.

Saturday (yesterday), he felt absolutely terrible. He received scripts for three, yes three more (he already had one) anti-nausea medicine. Not working so well. Between being sick and feeling sick, it was a very busy day. Holy moley.

We decided that we are going to find one thing each day for which to be grateful. I won't tell you what Friday's gratitude entry was - pitiful, really, but Saturday, it was: "I was finally able to sleep during the day." That is spectacular!

Generally, sleep is the one thing we can look forward to when unwell, but that has alluded Rob for the past week. He vacillates between our bed (which is now on an angle - I say it is 45 degrees, but Rob assures me that it is not) and his cancer chair (remember the Lazy Boy?).

Today, he was awake for about three hours total. Yes, he has gotten back into his newborn sleeping habits again.