What a difference a few weeks makes. When I last posted, I was just getting back from Spring Break. I was tan and happy. I was contemplating ways to make extra money, leveraging small loans to invest in the market. I was shopping for a Corvette.
In May, Cyndi started to feel ill. It started simple enough, she would be tired, have a low grade fever, or just a little achy. We thought it might be a bug or maybe even a post-vaccination case of COVID. But it just kept getting worse. On May 21 we took her to the hospital and she as been there since. She has been diagnosed with Acute Leukemia.
The first couple of days in the hospital were awful. She was in excruciating pain with no way to get relief. I tried to stay with her as much as possible, but I was little help. I probably cried more in that week than I have in 40 years. She started chemo a few days after her admission and now she has to deal with the daily pains of a steady poison diet.
This has been a tough month so far, but people have been so generous and supportive. Buying us meals or volunteering to hand out with our kids. Visit Cyndi or even writing kind words of support. It has all been appreciated.
The kids have been great. They watch themselves every morning while I run up to the hospital to check-in and say hi. They haven't griped or complained one time throughout the entire process.
A brief side note, the drive from my house to the hospital is 35 miles through cicada infested highways. I have smashed more cicadas with the front of the van that I had imagined possible. At times it sounds like popping popcorn in the microwave. Pop... Pop... Pop Pop.
This is going to be a long haul. We were told the course of her treatment will see her in and out of the hospital for the next year. I will probably use this space to vent and address any updates that need to be made.
- Eric
