It's been a long day - actually, it's been a long night and a long day. By Tuesday afternoon, Mari was feeling better, at least enough to travel to Saskatoon with us. Kol's appointments Tuesday afternoon went well, as did his MRI. But then things started to happen. Birgitte woke up around 1:30am Wednesday morning complaining that her stomach hurt, and by 2:20 she was throwing up, which continued until about 6:30am. We got to the cancer clinic on time (around 8:30am) and got chemo started, but weren't able to meet with his oncologist until close to noon (we often meet with him before the chemo is started), at which point we discovered that he still hadn't received the MRI report from radiology, and probably wouldn't get it until later in the afternoon or else Thursday.
So, we are feeling tired, and I am still feeling anxious about the MRI results. Kristen told me that these experiences build patience, which reminds me of all the things I've been told over the years that build character. I'm either in the process of building the patience of a saint, or I'm going to lose my mind. Well, no, it'll probably be a bit of both.
On the plus side, it should be pretty easy for me to fall asleep tonight - I've spent all day practicing. We are almost guaranteed to get the MRI results tomorrow. And so far, no-one else has complained of tummy troubles.
And before anyone else says it, I am well aware that I have very little mind left to lose, thank you very much. :)
"Today is gone. Today was fun. Tomorrow is another one." - Dr. Seuss, "One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish"
EDIT: aaaaaaand here we go for more fun. Annika puked all over our bed at 1:20am. Nothing like laundry and showers in the middle of the night to make for a good night's sleep. Also enjoying the fact that she's the only one who can't give us any real advance warning of puking, so likely to be enjoying more laundry as the night continues. Hooray.