If we patients think we have it rough, think about our caregivers! What an unbelievably tough job--all that work on top of all the worry. My husband John Thomas was my primary caregiver through my transplant and of course, has signed up for another tour of duty now. I may have gotten cancer three times, but I lucked out when I married him. He's been fabulous through it all. (Can't remember if it was my sister or nephew--while we were on a post-chemo trip to the Virgin Islands together--who nicknamed him "St. John Thomas." Corny but true.)
Treatment update: I just finished my first week of my current round of chemo (Vidaza). So far, the anti-nausea meds are working and it's not that bad. The schedule is one week of chemo, two weeks off. It may take four cycles to find out if I've lucked out again. Meanwhile, life is good.
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