It was a good weekend...

it was a not so good weekend...

Chase was here Saturday night and most of Sunday. We had a good time, playing cars, watching cartoons... he helped me some out in the yard with the wax myrtle that broke in the snow and ice (good thing HE did... 'cause my brother never did come...). None of my family made it to the February birthday celebration. Daniel and Stacy came to get Chase, but said by the time they got to Mom and Dad's they'd have to leave to be home when Maria's father brought her back. They sat and visited here instead. I don't think Josh and Ashley went either. They'd planned on going Saturday night, but that all got changed around since my other brother had arranged a surprise BD thing for his wife. So, instead of 3 BD celebrant's on Saturday, they had two on Sunday. Oh well.

Friday night, I'd had to go pick up some Rx's for Joe... he'd started with the diarrhea again... and was getting sores in his mouth. He spent all Saturday in bed... and all of Sunday... Couldn't be any further than that from the bathroom. Finally called in to the oncologist's office Sunday morning and the on call doc called in a stronger anti-diarrheal med. Two days, and it's still not working...

So... we're fixing to head downtown to get him checked out. God willing, the PA will be able to come up with SOMETHING to get him back on the right track with all of this. Something has got to give...