Every morning for the past nine days I have walked into Menorah hoping to see a glimpse of the old Jayme. Day after day I would get more disheartened. It's the small things I missed, like the way he said hello, or called me "sugar" or just winked. I never really noticed those things before until he didn't do them anymore. To my delight, he has done all three today. I think he has finally turned the corner. He still has a long way to go, and will be in the hospital until Monday or Tuesday, but the worst is over.
His blood counts are almost normal. He still lacks protein in his blood, but that will come back up with good nutrition. Physical Therapy walked him this morning and that totally exhausted him. But at least he walked. He still sleeps most of the time, but is far less confused when he wakes up. This morning the oncologist asked Jayme if he knew who won the KU game yesterday and he said "KU lost". He then asked him who won the MU game and he said "MU". The oncologist then told him he was on the road to recovery.
He doesn't remember much at all from the previous nine days. That's a blessing. Too bad I remember everything!
Love the phone calls, texts and emails. From everything I have told him, he is overwhemed and humbled.