Another day, another nauseated day. Bah. I guess this is part of chemo, though I thought it would have passed by now. Is every day going to feel "ick" like this? Ugh. How I dread it if it does.

Mark came home from CMU for the weekend. So nice to have him home. His girlfriend Sarah came over and we had lasagna, though it wasn't "mom's homemade lasagna," it was Stouffer's. But it did the job and it was so nice to visit with them, even though I wasn't a very good host (I lay on the couch most of the time they were here).

The anti-nausea meds don't seem to do the trick -- or maybe they do; maybe I'd feel even worse without them.

Two doctor appointments tomorrow. Larry continues to do a phenomenal job managing everything! My many appointments, my many meds and the times at which to take them, honestly, it is a full-time job that I would not be able to do alone. This is something neither of us signed on for, but then, no one ever does. I am just so blessed that he's in this with me for the long haul. What would I do without him?

Take care everyone. I am going (back) to bed.

Deb