Tom here. Renée is doing well. She is dozing on the couch, and we are headed upstairs... But before we go to bed, she asked me to write a quick post for her.
We'll see tomorrow whether this 48 hour "starvation" diet (nothing but water) technique, which Renée did this time before getting the chemo, truly reduces the side-effects. I'm so proud of her for doing it. I kept wanting to forget about it, even though we had decided to give it a try. The funny thing is that all yesterday and today I found myself eating like a maniac, eating for her as well as me I guess. I'm talking ice cream sandwiches, followed by popcorn, followed by cream cheese on a bagel, and on and on. I tried to lurk around corners, so as not to torment her. But she would spot me and we would laugh and I would apologize and then secretly reach for something else.
Now, finally, I can stop. Three hours after chemo (which is how long it takes to go through the body), so at 5:30 tonight, Renée finally could eat. She had chicken soup and spaghetti and a popsicle, and it made me so happy to see. I don't know whether she will do this again, but it did make us feel like she was a warrior in full battle mode. Which she is.
Adeline has a fever (and had it all day), so she's in our bed already. I'm sure we'll be waking up with her and giving her more Tylenol to bring down her fever in the night. I kept thinking, watching Aristocats and Dragon Tales with a subdued Adeline today and wondering how Renée was doing right then... what strong girls we have in this family!
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