In and Out

Jim's doing fairly well through this cycle. We've made a few changes, and I think they are helping.

• He started taking the Compazine (anti-nausea that makes his chest feel funny) again
• He's more active this time (although he did beg out of mall walking the other day...I wonder why?)
• He's drinking lots of Gatorade, which seems to be the only liquid he's capable of drinking right now. He's choking down water with lemon, but it's a difficult task
• He's looking forward to going to Mexico next week

I personally think the biggest healing factor in that list is the trip to Mexico. But, he's also doing his Tai Chi. His Aunt Cheryl gave him a Tai Chi DVD for Christmas, and he likes that. So he can karate chop in slow motion even when Dr. Haid isn't around.

He's still sick, but this isn't like the last two rounds. He's got waves of nausea this time, and nothing seems to taste good. He rated the waves of nausea at up to a level 4, but not all the time. And he hasn't gotten physically sick. I think that getting physically sick is the worst for Jim. In the past 11 years, I've seen him throw up ONCE. (And that was from yucky store-bought cookie dough that he ate raw.) Until cancer. Since the cancer he's thrown up more times than we both care to count.

His description of the nausea was interesting: "You know how it feels when you burn your tongue? Well, imagine that the entire surface area of your tongue is burned, and then try eating. It doesn't taste right." It's not the same kind of nausea that we're used to when we have a stomach virus - it's different.

Oops. Jake is crying. He's up from his minuscule nap. Sometimes I think "nap time" is a cruel joke that Jake likes to play. He makes me think he's going to sleep like a normal baby, but he fools me every time. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me every day, shame on me. Is it foolishness, or blind hope that he'll sleep more than 35 minutes? A girl can dream.