Wednesday night, Owen took his first anti-nausea pill and Thursday was a new day for him. 180 degrees. He is eating and he feels good again. Like I called it before, it’s a miracle drug. Me… oh boy. I drove to work on Friday and I had the worst migraine. I couldn’t deal with light. My whole head was throbbing. I left work at 2pm and got home at 3pm. I crawled into bed at 3:15 and had to sleep. At 5:30 I had to find sunglasses to wear in the house. It was so bright. So this mo

The MRI shows cancer progression. Owen has been beaten up with the nausea. I know that this has been a huge factor to his mental status. He is not in a good place. But I drove us to BAMC after leaving Houston and although we waited about two hours, they were able to dispense him that miracle anti-nausea medication that MDA wanted $36,000 for. I am becoming bitter about healthcare here in our country. How do people survive cancers if they don’t have $36,000 in their pockets to

Not a good start to our day. Owen’s trial medication requires us to document exact time that he takes the medication. He must take the meds at the same time everyday, plus or minus 15 minutes. Because I’m not home everyday at the time he must take it, 0800, I have set alarms and reminders on calendars and in both of our phones. I have added an app that requires him to hit a button when he has taken the medication. The app calls him in addition to an alarm. On mornings I'm not

Owen has been reintroduced to nausea. It’s a bad flashback to when he first started chemotherapy. It is affecting his appetite. He is also not facing forward. He is always talking negatively. He keeps giving so much power to the time that has already passed, and not putting energy into time he can spend in the future. This makes everything weigh a ton more. I’m trying to be a good wife but he says he misses his wife. He says I’m just the caregiver. In my eyes, I don’t see how

If you know me and/or Owen well, you know we are competitive. It’s something that brings out some deeply rooted emotions. Maybe most people won’t understand the hate that was formed between the Lakers and the Celtics in the 80s. I grew up in that era. I went to the home Lakers games. I watched those Boston games on our tv. I grew up to be scarred by Bird. That parquet floor generates heat under my skin. Still. My dad took me to Dodgers home games. He loved the Dodgers so much

Monday (June 22) is when the latest craziness started… so let’s start there… There’s no better way to start the week with a mammogram! I left the house at 6:00 am to get to my appointment. I didn’t want Owen to have to wake up at 5 just to head to BAMC (opposite direction of Houston) to wait and then head out to Houston so I told him I’d return and we would hit the road then. I got back to the house around 8:30 and we started the loading of the car. We got out of the house ab

Yesterday, Owen had an appointment with the VA at 1100. And we walked out of that building at 1215, grabbed food quickly, and jumped into the truck to start our trek to Houston for his 1730 appointment for a two-hour MRI at MD Anderson. We got into Houston at about 1600, enough time to drop our bags and head out for the appointment. Almost didn’t make it because I failed to realize that the MRI was scheduled at a building on the campus.. just not at the building we were famil

After Owen was discharged from the hospital on Friday, April 10, we saw his neurosurgeon that next Tuesday, April 14. Dr. B told us that he believed the best course of action was to go back in and remove the area that was causing concern. So his second craniotomy was scheduled for April 24. It happened to be a pretty busy week. The Munchkin and the Muffin were moving out of Katy to San Antonio on the 22nd. Because I couldn’t be in two places at once, we asked Owen’s parents t

Wednesday nightaround 1900, I took Owen to the ER. His blood pressure had been high for the past weeks and his speech patterns were not right. They took Owen into the trauma pod because there were cardiac concerns but they were ruled out after the EKG, x-rays, and labs. Because we had concerns about his speech, they sent him in for an MRI. His brain was swelling. So, it was then that he was admitted to the ICU. Main goal was to get the swelling down while Owen’s radiology onc

It’s Wednesday, 25 March 2026. Owen had his three-month MRI on Friday. And since the appointment, Owen has been spinning in a downward cycle. He is paychoanalyzing everything. Since returning from Japan, he has been constantly sleeping. The radiologist published his report last night. Although the radiologist states that it is indeterminate, the hyper intensity has grown in size. We meet with the radiology oncologist on Friday but it really isn’t soon enough. I will likely

Owen pulled his stuff out yesterday for the trip. The man is ready! Has his clothes ready to go, and emptied the refrigerator. Why this is significant is that we don’t fly for another several days! If you know me and trips, even international ones, I won’t get the itch to pack anything until the day before we fly. I don’t know what it is. I think what I’m more moved to do is figure out what I’m going to crochet on this trip. Japan has strict rules about scissors in the cabin

It’s been some time and you are overdue an update. 2025 ended with Owen’s second post surgery seizure. I was cutting his hair when he suddenly felt hot and not even seconds passed when I grabbed him from the chair to get him down onto the floor. It was a significant night not because of the seizure but because Owen did start to push back when I told him he seized but brought his fight back and allowed me to take him to the ER. Huge. We spent the next six hours at BAMC ER and

Four days into the shutdown. Today, Owen starts day three of his chemo cycle. He is doing well. He has built up his energy levels to...