November 14, 2010

I am sitting at the kitchen table with Pop Pop enjoying conversation and orange juice.  I thought that I might take this opportunity to allow him to dictate today's update. (find my thoughts enclosed in parenthasis)

"First Iwould like to thank you (me) for giving me my injections. (I am not sure that he should be thanking me as I know that the second one hurt). Second, I know the effects of these injections are tremendous body aches, especially when I wake-up in the morning.  I have been using my miracle drug which is helping me relate with people.  I have my daughter next to me right now, you have to write what I am telling you (Oh, No), I am looking at her face and like always I can say she is a beautiful person inside and out (blush, mind you I have a big mask covering my face). I am going to read that when you finish!  Since my white cells are so low, it makes me a recluce from seeing my grandchildren and their family's...this is really bad for me...but I understand.  So my plans for today, Sunday, is just let four walls make a meal out of me and I hope there is something left to go to the hospital tomorrow. I love everybody...Your Pop Pop"

I asked him if this is how he really feels and he said, "Yes, I feel like the house just wants to eat me up and not let me out.  Like I can't even move or do what ever I want."