"Those who do not complain are never pitied." ~ Jane Austen

Okay, we all know that Paul is the last person to complain about anything. So I'm gonna do it for him. He has had a miserable week. Last Tuesday, he started back on Temodar, the oral chemo. He felt fine until the weekend, which is normal. He usually starts to feel better by Sunday. But he was extremely sick (and dehydrated) all weekend and not feeling any better by Monday. I wanted to take him into the oncology clinic to get some I.V. fluids, but they were completely swamped. So we ended up spending four hours on Monday in short stay therapy and the E.R., getting fluids and nausea meds. Since then, he has had nausea off and on every day. I think some of it is from the pain medicine, some from the pain itself. He hasn't been to physical therapy at all this week, but he's been walking around outside, since the weather has been unseasonably warm and beautiful. His leg is actually feeling pretty good; his shoulder is giving him fits. We are praying that the chemo is making the cancer cells just as sick as it made him.

Jacob and Cameron had Pack Night last Thursday and Paul was well enough to go with us. Jacob earned his Bobcat badge, Cameron got three or four Webelos activity pins. Unfortunately, I didn't bring a camera, so you'll have to imagine them smiling while receiving their awards.

Friday is the end of the trimester for the boys. Parker informs me that there is a very good chance he will be getting a 4.0. All of the boys are working hard and keeping busy with their studies. I have about three weeks left in the semester. I've got a project for my English class to start/finish before then. Not quite as involved as the Shakespeare-to-film project from earlier this year, but still demanding. I registered for Winter semester last week and was able to get the classes I wanted: another English, this time focusing more on writing; and a class on the Middle East.

Assuming that Paul is up for a road trip, we're headed south (Utah, not Cancun) for Thanksgiving. We'll be joining a bunch of the Parker family, as well as miscellaneous other guests, for dinner at Mom and Dad's home (Hey, roosters: consider yourselves warned!)