Eight Days After Today

I have discovered that there is a positive side to growing old and that is that each day does not seem to last very long and as they quickly pass, short term obligations seem to quickly pass as well...  what I am trying to say is that after today, my antibiotic infusions only have 8 more days to go since they are going to stop on 11 August 2020.

7:00 am...   each day I awake at this time and after peeing, get weighed, have my temp taken and then lay on the couch as my wife infuses my antibiotic over a 20 minute period of time.

3:00 pm...   another infusion of antibiotics

11:00 pm...  another infusion of antibiotics

My physical condition goes from feeling pretty good to feeling pretty lousy as if I had been sick for several days, with very little energy, hunger, or motivation to do anything.  This PICC line in my upper left arm is inconvenient when it comes time to take a shower and shave because it cannot get wet.

For the last few days, I have been sitting on the screened in back porch because it has not been too humid just to have a change of my visual environment and to get a little fresh air and sunshine.  Today, it is a little cool as the porch thermometer shows 80 degrees.

My weight fluctuates up and down even though I am not eating any more one day than I am on other days but overall, there has been a loss of about 12/13 pounds and I am currently 125 whereas before going into the hospital I was between 235 and 240 and in March I was 250.  My heart says that I should keep my weight where it is now or lower whereas my cancer says my weight should be closer to 250 in order to fight it properly.

Life above ground is always good.