One bag at a time...

She's still doing great. She is feeling pretty well, had a little nausea last night and couple minor moments today but overall feeling well. She's now had 3 bags of chemo, 9 to go. We played the "golf" card game for about an hour, sat and chatted for awhile. I think being in the hospital again has brought back the sense of fear, of worry in all of us. We had a little break from reality over the past couple of weeks as she started to feel good again. Now we're back in the middle of it and all the feelings we had before have come back full force. We've started talking about bone marrow transplants and medical directives and blood counts and platelets and all the other stuff that goes with being in the hospital. So, its hard to know we're going to have this emotional roller coaster over the next few months, along with her physically feeling so up and down. But for now, its one day at a time, one bag at a time...