About this non-trivial chunk of cancer that he will have removed on Thursday. It is about the size of a cherry tomato. Growing right out of his skull.
Yesterday I started to worry again. (Hey it is my job isn’t it? Chief Worry Officer.) He agreed that if I say “We are going to the ER” then we will go to the ER, no waiting, whining, fussing or delays allowed.
Cold and rainy today.
The good news – Mr C is back to 143 pounds. Fully clothed and shoed. But, that is about what he usually weighs. He might need a couple more pounds, since he has is winter clothes on.
Enjoy Every Sandwich: Chicken Salad Sandwich tonight. I’ll put some cheese on his. A little more protein. For lunch we had big bowls of chicken and veggie soup from the freezer. I had been holding back my chicken soup because I know it isn’t very high in calories. But, I am not longer forcing calories in to Mr C – like he was a foie gras goose.