I had big plans for yesterday after work. Well, not really, but I did plan on getting some things done around the house that I haven’t had time for (like painting the edges and corners of the family room – Jon did the roller work last week). Yesterday was chemo night for Martini, and she braved her meds like a real trooper. And then took herself to bed a half hour later. So instead of doing all the chores I intended on getting done (best laid plans), I went to bed with her. We just sat together and had a mellow evening. I always know that she is feeling very crummy when she lays down next to Oliver and doesn’t even feel like giving him a smack on the head.
She didn’t feel like eating much at all this morning and I’m hoping a quiet day has her feeling better tonight. This treatment is very hard on both of us.
Update: Approximately 7 minutes after I posted this, Martini walked over to Oliver and smacked him in the head (several times). Perhaps she is starting to perk up.