Round 2

So the first round of chemos didn't do so well. Now it was time for round 2. AHHH Avastian, the wonder drug. FDA approved 2 years before his diagnosis. Side effects wise, this chemo was good. As for helping to "cure" him, ummm not so much. We also through in a little radiation.

I realize that in order to beat cancer you must poison yourself . Don't get me wrong, these drugs do work, but really, I have to ask in terminal cancer, is a few extra months of being completely miserable worth giving up a shorter time, but at least you can function and enjoy that time? I guess the answer really depends on the patient, and until myself or anyone else is in the same position, I really can't answer that.

So back to Round 2. He was feeling better, gaining weight ( thank you Sara Lee!!) WE were spending every moment of every day together. The kids were in school, and we just enjoyed our time. About December of 2006, My husband had a great idea... Let's have a baby! Now mind you that we already have 5 children between us. So yeah! great! another baby! Thinking that it might take awhile to actually conceive since we were a bit older since the last conception, and the fact that he was undergoing chemotherapy, I said sure! Great! Babies are fun, and cute, why wouldn't I want another one!

We conceived almost immediately......

As you can guess he was thrilled, crossing his fingers for a boy, and me, dealing with the "what the F*!k were you thinking" from the whole family. And of course it was my fault for conceiving ( yes it was, I mean women impregnate themselves all the time without help! And since he was ill, I must have taken full advantage of him, as he said "No! Please! Don't! Stop!"

Yeah, that's exactly what happened.

So here I was caring for him, our 5 children, and dealing with morning sickness. Fun. Can you feel my beaming smile through the computer?? No, but seriously, I love my husband to death, and as crazy as some of his thoughts may be, I would do just about anything for him.

Okie Dokie, so here we were pregnant, and dealing with chemo and radiation. Unfortunately the treatments weren't helping as well as we had hoped. Surgery was becoming our only option to "cure" him.

And so ends another post. I may throw a curve ball on the next post and give you my inside view of dealing with family members. And amusing tale!