Going downhill fast

On my discharge day, we had to go to Dr. Kilgore's office on our way home so I could get my Neulasta injection. It was so hard for me to even ride in the wheel chair through the cooridors to the clinic. I was so weak and so spaced out, like my feet weren't on the earth and my head was in the clouds, literally. I had several doses of anti-nausea and pain medication before I left, my throat was a little sore too. I couldn't eat or drink but nibble and sips. My tongue had a white film on it and nothing tasted right. I layed my head on Rand. Time stood still and I thought I would never get through the process. The ride home was treacherous. I went straight to bed and stayed there except for the short time that Tiffany and the kids came to visit. I felt like I was getting worse. I expected to have weakness when my white count dropped but something wasn't right.

My sweet friend Robin Jones came over on Tuesday evening and cooked me home made potato soup and homemade piminto cheese. I tried so hard to eat it but couldn't take but a couple of bites. Robin piled up in bed with me, we talked and petted the pups. It was a nice visit even though I wasn't much company. Thank you Robin for trying to make me feel better and making me comfort food. I've always told Robin that if we're ever stranded together anywhere, she is going to be the cook and I'll do the clean up...She's such a great cook. She cooks for us alot when we go to their house for my Wednesday treatements. She and Dennis are such great friends and Rand and I are truely blessed to have them in our lives. This picture of Robin and I was taken last summer when we were on Bald Head Island. Robin already has our next trip planned. I love you my friend.