August 26, 2008 update

Friday after 5 days of radiation, Gus felt the effects.  It was the sickest he had been from treatment. Then by the next day, he was feeling o.k. again.  

 

Sunday afternoon, Gus, Lane and I went to the 3 par golf course in Dillon.  When Gus reaches the green, he then lets his little partner, Lane, take over for a few shots at the hole.   As in everything for Gus and I right now, money cannot buy us health or happiness so it was totally trivial to us that Gus came home with less money in his wallet and Lane is sporting a new set of Wilson ProStaff golf clubs.   He has a driver, a fairway wood, a 5 iron, a 7 iron, a sand wedge, a putter, the bag and covers for his woods.   After purchasing these miniature golf clubs, we took Lane to the driving range.   Gus would get him positioned and then let him swing.  He was doing o.k., but what we enjoyed the most was every time he missed the golf ball, he would assure us he was just "practicing his swing".  How quickly he learned the unwritten rules for golf.  We then took Lane to the practice green.  Lane liked having a putter his size, but he preferred the driving range where he could really hit the golf ball.

 

Gus enjoyed himself to the fullest.  He was golfing, the weather was beautiful, and he was with two of his favorite people.  His chemo pump makes a whirring noise every six minutes and it inevitably would whirr when Gus was in his back swing for his tee shot.   This was his first time golfing since being on the continuous infusion pump, so there were some adjustments to be made.   We are planning for every Sunday afternoon to include time at the fairway teaching Lane the game until the weather stops us.   Sundays are Gus' best days.  Next Sunday, I will take a picture of the two boys with their golf clubs for the blog site. 

 

Yesterday, Monday, was a tough day for Gus.  Mondays are always longer days because of meeting with doctors and getting the new chemo pack for the week.   We were gone for nine hours.  The nausea after radiation is really becoming an issue.  The doctor had made sure we had a prescription for a more powerful anti-nausea pill and Gus needed that within a short time.   He slept coming home and was exhausted the rest of the day.   He was able to supervise Scott and I for a project at the old homestead, but that was his limit.