I am writing again from a hospital bed. Was running a high fever on Monday morning so Bob called my oncolgist and he said to bring me to the ER. I got a bed that evening and am more or less isolated because they cannot find the origin of the fever. This time they are not worried about me getting something, but someone catching something from me.
Nurses this time are accomodating but not as nice as the last crew.
I am tired,dizzy, and weak - not allowed out of bed without a physical therapist and they are scarce this holiday wekend, as you would expect.
I have found myself hallucinating, but I know for sure that my mother visited my room on Wednesday night. She told me it was okay to cry and that she will always be neaby. Then this little wisp departed quickly.
I have missed 3 radiation treatments and worry about that, Bob has an appointmemt with that doctor on Monday morning.
I have no idea when I will go home. The doctor this morning said it would not be until i was eating enough to sustain my myself and wslk without falling