Unruly Popsicles

After a nice rainshower this morning, the fourth Saturday in September is turning out to be a really nice day. The long anticipated auto stem cell transplant went smoothly yesterday. And Mom is slowly overcoming the lingering effects of the intense chemo treatment from Wednesday.

Her main challenge the past 24 hours has been to keep even a single popsicle down. While Dad and I were at dinner last night, a grape popsicle got the best of her during Erin's watch. Later, during the middle of the night, she asked me for an orange one. I asked her if she was sure she really wanted one and could keep it down. She said she wanted to try. Unfortunately, 2 hours later the orange one came back up too. I couldn't help it - I said, "I told you so." :-)

As of now, though, there is no sign of the piece of toast and hot tea from this morning. And Mom was still doing well enough to get out of bed and get ready for the day. She is resting comfortably now and waiting for a plain baked potato and an afternoon of college football (both Arkansas and Texas play at 2:30 pm). Dad has been sent away with strict instructions to cram as much rest as he can into the next 24 hours. I recommended a haircut as well. :-)

Thank you so much for all of your well wishes and prayers for Mom. Your comments, emails, and cards are the perfect "sterile" encouragement.

Cheers
Mica


Pleasant words are a honeycomb,
sweet to the soul and healing to the bones.
- Proverbs 16:24