On Monday, Carol had a port put in to make it easier when she received treatment. This procedure went pretty smoothly; she was home napping it off a little after noon. Tuesday morning, bright and early, she went for treatment at the doctor's office, and that's when things went South. About halfway through, she started to feel nauseated, and by the end of her visit, she was really ready to lie down. That she did, in the back of the car until we got home, where she made her way to bed. She had a few crackers on Tuesday, some toast on Wednesday, and soup and toast tonight for dinner. So I think the worst is behind her for this round. She's now been up out of bed for well over an hour. Still, the nausea threw her for a loop, and medications didn't really seem to touch it. She said to say sorry that she hasn't gotten back to anyone.
Because she doesn't go again for treatment until two Tuesdays from now, we're hoping that the first days will be the worst, and that even those can be made more manageable.
Thanks to everyone for their generous offers of assistance, from a little liquid courage last weekend, to emergency doggy daycare, to this evening's dinner.
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