time keeps ticking away, and it seems like NOTHING's getting accomplished. we are already coming up on his next treatment next Monday, and it seems like he just finished. man!
(since i started this little bit of a blog, randy got out of the shower and said that he had an emergency... once i swallowed back my fear, i realized all he needed was for me to change his dressings. the problem was, he was walking around the house with out anything covering his Groshong, which is bad, considering you have to have sterile gloves and masks on to change it... anyways, i yelled for everyone to stop moving, told him to go to bed and lay down, and DO NOT SPEAK! probably overkill. but oh well. that's part of my personality. get over it folks. so as i was changing it, sweet sweet Sarah Hays brought dinner which was amazing, you should be jealous, and i couldn't visit because i was still steriled up. until the kids opened the bedroom door and let the dog in, who jumped on the bed, and the kids preceded to play with ON THE SAME BED I WAS WORKING ON RANDY ON. Sarah left. we ate. now I'm back)
so Monday he goes back in for round 3. we're going back to the same chemo that cost him his hair. no one's excited. he's depressed. I'm tired. the kids are acting out. GOOD TIMES!
one cool thing, Enjoy magazine printed a really cool article this month. check it out. you can even find it online. here's the link: