Tony went back to work on Friday feeling pretty well. He stopped at Papa Murphy’s on his way home and brought pizza out to the farmhouse for the grandkids. He wore a mask and didn’t stay long because the kids had already brought home the first virus of the school year. None of them ran a fever or missed school, but they passed it on to their dad, Emily, and me. There were a lot of runny noses, piles of used Kleenex, and occasional coughing. Fortunately, it doesn’t last more than three or four days.
Will was able to get the kids on the bus schedule. They are tickled to ride the bus to and from school and have already made some new friends. It was surreal standing on the steps of the home I was raised in and watching my grandchildren board the bus the same way I used to.
On Saturday, I mowed the lawn at our house while Tony puttered around inside trying to be useful. He found the box with the last of the Christmas decorations that never got put away properly and distributed them between the storage boxes in the garage. (Please tell us we aren’t alone with this kind of stuff!)
I was ready to shower and get comfortable, and Tony suggested we take some playground equipment out to the farmhouse since it doesn’t get much use at our house. He also loaded up some scrap wood to take out to the fire pit. When we got out to the farmhouse, we unloaded the playground equipment. Then Tony decided he needed to cut down the scrap wood, so he pulled out a chop saw. I busied myself with a rake while he worked.
I thought Tony was getting ready to go when I heard a loud crack and found him on the ground under a large branch. Thankfully, the naughty man was okay, but he scared me to death. Now we had a big mess of branches and twigs scattered across the lawn to clean up. I wasn’t aware I would be doing that when I was already so tired. 😂
There are several old Siberian elms (trash trees) next to the farmhouse. Will climbed up on the roof in July with our pole saw and did some trimming, and we piled the branches next to the road for removal another day. Will was able to reach up and grab a dead branch that was already broken high up, but it wouldn’t come down. That’s the branch that Tony succeeded in bringing down on Saturday.
On Sunday morning, as we got into the car to go to church, Tony told me he would only make it through an hour because he felt shaky. The effects of the chemo and the Neulasta shot are kicking in, and he spent most of the day sleeping or lounging around. We drove out to the farmhouse to hug the grands before their dad handed them off to their mother.
Tony went to work today. He knew it was time to come home this afternoon when he started having episodes of light-headedness. He took a nap, and we had an early dinner. Even though I’ve been feeling under the weather, I managed to make a couple of loaves of sourdough bread (which I haven’t done in months) and pressure wash the birdcage.
Please keep those prayers coming! 🙏🏻 Virus season started early this year, and we pray that Tony’s immune response will be strong and protect him.
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