So for Halloween I finally convinced my red headed son to be Tin Tin so I could be Captain Haddock with the sweet beard I've been harboring. (I say harboring because it is like a terrorist. Albeit a sexy one. A sexy hairy terrorist.) and my daughter got some princess of the forest thing going on because the original costume I had planned at the last moment decided to take a giant wet fart and it's what we cobbled together. In the end it turned out quite good. Now don't get me wrong, I like Halloween like everyone else, but some people are way too liberal with the fact that Halloween night is the one night of the year that scaring children is not only okay, but encouraged. (Although some people do scare children throughout the year, but to be fair the burn ward did do all they could.) We got Liam a blue sweater, white shirt, and made some knickers for him. Even got a small Snowiest dog doll. I had a black suit, a turtleneck sweater and I put black mascara in my red beard and slapped on a sailor hat. We looked great. Per example
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So we were ready. We went out and started to get some candy. Vickie, in a true testament of the desire to be a good mother, went out with us. She brought a large coat, a hat and everything you would want to keep warm. She still ended up cold. We got to the first street and it was dead as a door nail. I mean nobody on the streets and less in the houses. Then the over zealousness all started. We got to a house where the owner was staked out in front in the most realistic horrifying witch outfit. I mean it was a witch meets venom meets an annoyed demon spawn. Scared the shit out of the kids. Wouldn't go near her. Wouldn't go near the next house either, but eventually a woman sitting outside her house in normal clothes coaxed them back to the fold. Then no sooner than fifteen minutes later, some dude with the scariest clown mask I've ever seen did worse damage. It was like Pennywise was possessed by Satan's crotch sweat.
Then my favorite was the cop who dressed up as a head wound victim, a head wound by meat cleaver, covered in blood on the ground, a speaker blaring stating to take some candy and get away from the body. Then as you got close he would twitch and start to convulse as you reached for a blood soaked sour patch licorice.
What is wrong with these people? So we spend to hours out and got a decent haul for the kids. It was all fine until the next day when Vickie started to run a fever of 100.5. Now that doesn't seem that bad, but to her cancered self that equals 105. And that's quite bad. Luckily she didn't need to go to the ER like they said she would have to and I was off to get some antibiotics. Small price to spend some time with the kids.
The last couple of weeks have been pretty much routine. We have been acclimated to a level of what needs to be and what has to be. I still get absolutely no sleep the night before Vickie goes in for a treatment. I still need to encourage her to do some of the more simple tasks of life and to get up for a bit, just to feel the floor under her feet and walk around a little. It gets daunting after while to be honest.
Where we are at now is we are down to the last treatment. Vickie got the harsher treatment this last Tuesday. Still in bed from it, but in higher spirits because in a week and some days she has one last dosage. (I say that, but last night she was not wanting one last treatment, begged me not to take her. Poor girl.) After all that we are on the road to recovery from there. But I have to tell you, this last stint is so incredibly hard to get through. It is being tortured. But, worse yet, you are being tortured but you don't have any information. They think you do, but you don't. So they keep on giving you dose after dose of pain. Or better yet, you have to sit there and watch. Watch as your loved one withers away. Watch as her strength is being sucked from her. As her life is being smashed by dulling soul breaking aches and horrifying muscle spasms that make her writhe and wince and pray for it to end. It's about as disgusting endeavor as you could ask.
But it all comes to end soon. Soon it will Vickie will be released from all of this and we can slowly regain our lives back.
Soon...
