Breakfast of Champions

Sorry for the long dry spell of posts but it was, after all, a holiday weekend. Overall, it was relatively calm and unexciting. For Dayssi, though it was mostly about the food (courtesy of the dexamethasone). This morning she woke up and said, “Can we get some breakfast?”

“Sure,” I replied hopping out of bed with alacrity. “What would you like to eat?”

“A waffle with syrup,” Dayssi said decisively.

“OK. Let’s go,” I answered as we trundled downstairs.

About half way down she added, “and some toast with cream cheese.”

“Well let’s start with the waffle,” I demurred.

Without stopping, she continued, “and some of daddy’s chips with cheese.”

Of course, I couldn’t refuse this request because, after all, daddy’s chips are so healthy (Soy and Flaxseed).

By the time we got to the kitchen she was demanding, “cheesy pizza” too.

I worked as fast as I could. One waffle and then another disappeared. The toast disappeared. The chips disappeared, and just as I was beginning to panic about the fact that we had no “cheesy pizza” she washed down the first three courses with a slug of “bubba” (sparkling water) mixed with OJ, and emitted a satisfied, but delicate, burp and declared she was “done” and wanted to watch TV.

I heaved a sigh of relief, piled the dishes in the sink and picked her up (she insisted on being carried) and ported her into the playroom. As I did I noticed, with some ambivalence, how much more my right bicep was bulging than it had the week before when I carried her with what I recall was relative ease.

Tomorrow we go in to the hospital for day 22 IV chemo– but thankfully no invasive procedures this week. Also, once we get past day 29, we lose the dexamethasone-- so no more “yucky medicine” – unless of course those unstinting research scientists in the pharmaceutical industry have managed to make the new drug – mercaptopurine -- yucky.