What a difference a day makes...

Our girl is stormin', Norman!

Thursday when Mary got up, she told me she felt pretty good. I was glad to hear that. She also talked about baking cookies and freezing them for the holidays. I registered cookie baking in the same category as our plan to visit the International Space Station. Nice to talk about, ain't gonna happen.

Well, she did bake 4 dozen cookies and froze them yesterday. She didn't even keep one out for the official household tester to check her work so I am going to have to wait. Mary did report that one of the pleasures of baking cookies is tasting the dough but she had to forgo that yesterday--there is raw egg in the cookie dough.

You could have knocked me over with a feather. I couldn't believe she was able to cook 4 dozen cookies!

For dinner, she said her back was hurting and asked me to help. OK, I dove in prepping the string beans followed by feeding the dogs. When I finished that, already she was cooking the meat, warming up the rice, had set the table and was pouring water in the glasses.

Hello, is this the same lady who couldn't even think about getting out of the house on Sunday and barely moved from her lounge chair all day?

Wow, what a difference.

The Oncology Nurse (ON) called yesterday as expected. We have a diagnosis and a plan. The diagnosis is that the Gemzar did what it was supposed to do, kill fast growing cells. Unfortunately, in Mary's body it really likes to kill bone marrow--the producer of red and white blood cells--which is the epitome of fast growing cells. Unfortunately, Gemzar is indiscriminate and doesn't ask, "Are you a good guy or a bad guy." This aggressive behavior to marrow is not unexpected but certainly not desired--and our girl's body reacted outside of the norm for her body weight and age. Generally speaking, a lower dose of Gemzar will stop the heavy duty marrow destruction. The plan is to go back to the plan at a lower dose. Skip next week for additional healing time and then start chemo the following Monday (9th).

The 9th will be a long day with a blood draw first, followed by a visit with the Oncologist and then followed by the adjusted chemo treatment. There are no scheduled visits until then but we can always call.

Do we have questions? You bet, lots of them. And we'll have them written out for the visit with the doc.

PS: For those wondering why my last post was censored, my beloved spouse asked me to take down the references to the very h--, c--- surgeon. This isn't the first time I reported on the surgeon using that description which you can check out here and here. Now, Mary doesn't read the blog regularly so one of you ratted me out!