Round 2

This morning we put the gloves on again. Instead of raw eggs blended up in a blender like Rocky, Van downs a raw peanut butter and jam sandwich on raw white bread with a few raw Pringles for good measure (The breakfast of Champions). Rocky had it all wrong. At ten o’clock, the nurse came in and pumped a full ml of Adavan in Van’s I.V. which is sedating nausea medicine. Forty-five minutes later he swallowed the killer scorpion whole (Gleevec). The rest of the round was a blur (considering the fact that Van was asleep half of the morning). But somehow the poison stayed down—all day. This is a wonderful prospect. This portends to better days. Even if we have to sacrifice half a morning under nausea sedation every day, that is a price we are willing to pay if it means Van can come home and experience even a semblance of quality of life with the family for the next six weeks before the transplant. Hurrah, hurrah for Israel. We’ll try all this again tomorrow to make sure we aren’t jumping the gun. Is that light I see at the end of the tunnel? Don't you just love it when Van writes the blog?