It's that time again. 3 weeks have just flown by and it's chemo time. Tom and I saw my oncologist yesterday and blood counts are up to par, so we were good to go. But, once again, they have no bed for me. So here I sit, at 11:45 am the next day waiting for the phone to ring to let me know if I can come down. We're going to have to talk to my doctor about a different method of admitting me because this waiting is incredibly frustrating - for me, Tom and the kids. But I have a feeling this is how the "system" here works.
Please keep me in your prayers this time that the nausea and fatigue can be minimized again. Also, I ask that you keep Kurtis in your prayers as well. He's having a hard time with me going to the hospital. On Monday night, he prayed "that there won't be a bed available" as he didn't want me to go to the hospital (and yes, he believes very strongly in the power of prayer now). His biggest challenge is bedtime as we have a routine that seems to be very important to him. So we're going to try "tucking in" over the phone and see how that goes.