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It has been exactly two weeks since Harvey’s third infusion and, dare I say, no unpleasant reactions.  I have been reluctant to write fearing I might trigger some little demon waiting in the wings, ready to appear if we become too complacent or confident.  So, hopefully, my next blog will comment on the fourth infusion next Tuesday.  We have felt somewhat guilty that we abandoned our trip to Spokane last week in view of the fact that nothing happened.  But, the anxiety of being away from home and doctors outweighed the negative sentiment.

I’m sure that by now you know what a worrier I am.  During these past couple of weeks, when I would awaken in the middle of the night, I would contemplate the reason for coming suddenly awake.  Should I check Harvey’s temperature?  Is he breathing all right?  So, I began holding my hand slightly away from his forehead while he was sleeping, trying to feel if there was an inordinate amount of heat.  Of course, it was dark, and my hand wasn’t always steady, and occasionally I would inadvertently touch an eyebrow, or actually tap his head.  He would awaken with a start.  I would hold very still, hoping he wouldn’t notice me, but he did.  “What are you doing?” he would ask.  “Just checking” was my reply.  “I thought it was a spider”, he remarked.  And then, “You are one crazy broad!”

I am happy to report that Harvey’s appetite has come back with a vengeance and that I am working diligently to provide nutritious and tasty meals.  I have warned him, however, that this is not likely to last, so make the most of it.  Seriously, we are enjoying our NuWave Oven and have found it to be a real asset to our kitchen.  We can fix meals quickly with little fuss and very little cleanup.  I finally moved into the 21st century and bought a hand (stick) blender and was able to make my pumpkin soup in half the time it has taken me in the past.  Love it!!