Plugging along

The hardest thing to do is EAT. Judy is having a tough time with it. I mean, a really tough time. Intellectually, she knows she's HAS to eat. But after only a few bites, the cracker with peanut butter piled on it becomes l'Alpe d'Huez, practically impossible to conquer.

I try my best to goad her into just another bite, just the way I have been able to squeeze that extra mile out of our novice riders when Ropesville was "just another three miles" down the road--after having covered those three miles two, three times before, with nothing on the horizon.

You gotta know when it is time to quit the bluff and take the food off the table, or push 'em in the last mile or two in case they ride a bike and don't recover from cancer surgery. Judy had a rougher day than yesterday, with no appetite and some nausea and throwing-up after the antibiotics. Still, we keep reminding ourselves how much better we're off than just a week ago.

I think tomorrow will be a big plus day. She's going through cycles, and there will be on, off, and so-so days. I'll be in school tomorrow, and she'll be mostly on her own (although Rachel M. will come by in the morning to give her a hand with her shower and just getting settled for the day). Thanks, Rachel!

Thanks also to Alan, aka Dr. Howell, for stopping by and bringing by some of Martha's home-made muffins. Can we ask for better physician-friends than that? And thanks to Wes and Natalie for spending time with us learning how to administer the antibiotics, as fill-ins for me this weekend. What would we do without you guys? Keebler, there will always be homebrews for you, and Natalie, well, you have at least one scrumptious fajita coming. :)

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