Wednesday in the Depths

Hi, this is Sherry's son, Jacob, and her mother, Mary, trying to do her blog for her. Sherry is directing us, as she is just too sick to do it herself. She made it through last night's visit to the Siberian tundra and is alive to tell about it. (She received the heavy duty dose of chemo yesterday and by nightfall knew that she would indeed experience side effects).

Around 7 p.m. last night, she started to feel nauseated and by 10 p.m. was regularly throwing up and spending a lot of time in the john. It was a very rough night for her and all anyone could do was stand by with water, wet towels, fresh waste can liners, and prayers. She kept the prayers! Everything else went elsewhere.

It rained and the television station warned of flooding. So what else is new about Houston? We watched the water come up over the curbing, but that is as far as it went. Everybody's car got a nice wash job. Kirk went to get supplies for the "war effort" in case we got snowed- uh, flooded- in. That means BLUEBELL ICE CREAM! The best ice cream in the world! (We held out til midnight and then hit the sack while Kirk went through what he called the "Chinese Water Treatment". Every time he dropped off into Dreamland, there would be a new phase of Sherry's journey through the depths of bodily onslaughts.

Today is a new day and Sherry can actually voice doubts about Tomorrow. Annie may have sung about "Tomorrow, Tomorrow", but in this case Sherry's version is a little more pitiful. How can she make it back to the hospital tomorrow to endure the replacement of her own stem cells when right now her most adventurous trips are to Outer Slobovia (The Bathroom).

Those of us who are observers have no doubt she will be happy to see daylight and something other than the little white throne tomorrow. She already has some color in her face and can open her eyes and focus on us. She even speaks! So we have great hopes that tomorrow - well, it will be a new day for her.