It’s been another rough day. I’ve never seen someone deteriorate before my eyes in such a short space of time. Yesterday morning she was fine remember, we went to the grocery store? It was downhill from there.

She had a very rough night, and today hasn’t been any better. It’s like we lose her every now and again, she gets so disoriented. Conor went in to say good night at 7:45  then she drifted off to sleep and woke up half hour later. She thought it was 8:30am and asked how come Conor was still sleeping.

We had the hospice nurse here today who answered many questions we had.
Apparently this is the week the chemo kicks in, which is why she’s been really shitty. Shitty is an understatement mind you, she doesn’t know which way is up half the time, and almost fell out of bed twice.

She was suppose to go and get styled for her wigs today, but that went by the by. We’ve made another appointment for the 21st which is the week the effects of the chemo will wear off.

It looks like I’ll be staying a lot longer than I anticipated. Why did I think 2 weeks would be enough?

I have so much more to write, but my laptop battery is about to die on me, and that damn dog next door with it’s incessant barking is driving me around the twist. Argh!