It’s now eighteen days of chemo/radiation/xanax-free living for Peter and what a difference! People who see him lately are telling him how good he looks and how much he seems like his old self again. He’s taking brisk walks every day, sometimes to Earth Fare to buy provisions and carry them home; he’s resumed doing the dishes after I cook a meal; he turns his clothes right-side out without help from me, and he asked to be driven to Office Max to buy Turbo Tax and see if he can file our income taxes. He’s eating normally again: tonight he ate a big hamburger. Following his directions, I took him to his favorite barber shop this afternoon and he got his shaggy head neatened up, GI-style. His hair has taken quite a beating from the surgery and then from the radiation, and all the lengths had to be reduced to one, the shortest! I have to say, he looks much better. One of his sleeping meds seems to be helping to some extent, so he’s getting more sleep, at least after midnight, when it kicks in. The sleeplessness is what’s bothering him the most now, and maybe some gout, which comes and goes.
He just walked in and I asked him what he had to say to the fans. He says he’s looking forward to getting his keyboard skills back and being able to write to you, so you can see that he has no trouble setting priorities!
He just walked in and I asked him what he had to say to the fans. He says he’s looking forward to getting his keyboard skills back and being able to write to you, so you can see that he has no trouble setting priorities!
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