Just a little note for now. Life and other things have gotten in the way of posting in the last while.
Catie’s first round of chemo was spectacularly uneventful. She went to the clinic; she visited with the other patients and the staff; she had her treatment; she visited some more; and she came home.
Two nights later, at 3:00 AM, I was awakened by the sound of a dog trying to retch. “Here we go,” I thought (ever the optimist), and leapt out of bed with a cry: “Catie!”
The dog retching by the door of the bedroom – what turned out to be an undigested but unrecognizable piece of something – was Riley.
The dog sitting upright and non-retching on the other side of the room was Catie. Obviously startled by my early morning outburst she wore an expression that without a doubt said: “What??? What?????”
I cleaned up Riley’s bit of mess, assured him that moral support didn’t mean he had to throw up for Catie, gave them each a cookie and went back to bed.
Her second chemo treatment is next week.
No regrets.
