No, we didn’t go on a safari in Africa. (I wish).

Monday was a dream day. If Immune Therapy was going to be like this, it would be a walk in the park. One down, 25 to go. Bart, we got this.

Tuesday, a 180° turn. The doctor had warned that the second day might be a bit different. And, oh boy, the difference couldn’t have been bigger.

The side effects of the immune therapy are headache, nausea, dizziness, fever and stomach ache. He had them all. He could barely eat. Slept almost all day and when he didn’t sleep, he wasn’t in a good mood. I was relieved when Tuesday was over, thinking Wednesday would be better.

Wednesday was better, albeit just a bit. But better is better, which is positive. He ate more and was in a better mood.

Thursday he still had some faint side effects but nothing mayor. Our conclusion was, 2 days out of the week feeling like sh*t to get better is a good deal and we will take it.

Charlotte called around 17:00. Oma, Bart’s mom, had taken a bad fall. The ambulance was called. They couldn’t take the stretcher through the staircase and the elevator was too small. They called the fire department and they hoisted the gurney over the first floor balcony onto the street and into the ambulance. I took Opa, Bart’s dad, to our house as the paramedics said it would take at least an hour before we could see her.

We called the hospital before going there. They said her hip was broken but probably wouldn’t operate today as casualties of a car crash came in and had priority due to the severity of their injuries.

This morning, we got a call that Oma was brought to pre-op. An hour later, another call. Oma had fainted during the pre-op interview. Just to be safe side, a neurologist was called in. He decided Oma had to have a CT scan. Once the results from the CT scan are in, they will reschedule the surgery.

This week we had the good, the bad and the ugly. Hopefully next week will be better.