A friend clued me in on the KOKO - it means Keep On Keepin' On. That's what we're doing. Went up to see Dad this morning and got him out of bed and into his recliner. I ordered some breakfast for him (an appetizing Italian ice and sherbert and a gatorade) and watched him choke down a handful of meds. HIs throat is still raw as razors.
They hooked him up to a pain pump (he finally conceded) and I'm hoping it gives him some relief today. It has to get better soon, right?
They are pushing him to get some food in him and it's hard. His energy level will begin to wane if he doesn't start putting something inside to feed his metabolism. I told him to order chicken broth for lunch and I was going to call and see how much he finished. He just laughed at me.
I know we're all nervous about his bone marrow results which should come in on Wednesday. Cross your fingers and pray for the best. Realistically, I am not expecting the first round of chemo to have completely destroyed all the blasts, but the optimist in me is still secretly hopeful that it did!
Send up a wish and a prayer today. : )
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