Hack, hack, hack...

DH has a hacking cough.  I think it's from the Interferon.  I remember it from last time.  Sometimes it's hard for him to talk because he starts coughing.  Doc said Interferon can mess up your lungs, so if it gets worse they'll do chest X-rays.

Tired, depressed...

I didn't get home until after 10 p.m. last night because of rehearsal.  DH seemed so depressed.  He says he's weak and tired.  Says he slept most of the day.  Says he's just not sure he's going to make it.  When he talks like that, I'm not sure either.  I dropped off the a/d prescription, but he hasn't picked it up yet.  What happens when you're too depressed to pick up your prescription for anti-depressants?  (I'm going to stop by the drugstore tonight on my way home from work.)

Church today

DH wanted to go to church today because it's 9/11.  I didn't think we'd make it, but we did!  It felt good to be there.  We've only been to church a few times in the past year because he's been too tired.   I've wanted to just go by myself, but I don't seem to manage.  Glad we had a Sunday morning that felt like a normal Sunday morning.

1st doc visit after starting treatment

This past Wednesday was DH's 1st doctor visit since starting treatment.  I'm glad I was able to go with him because he tends to minimize.  "I'm fine," he says.  Doesn't always want to tell about the side effects.  Doc signed the short-term disability paper but I don't think the insurance company is going to accept it from us.  Ins. co said they faxed it to doc, but doc hasn't signed.  Before his next doctor visit on 9/21, he has to get a blood test.  They'll be able to tell if the treatment is working. 

Quiet...

It's quiet around here.  DH is asleep.  The meds make him tired.  I'm watching movies on the Lifetime Movie Network.  Just like on the 1st round of treatment.

Not so fast...

So, we thought the short-term disability was approved, but now we find out it may not have been.  And DH is off work already - now wondering if he's going to have paid leave or not.  Certainly doesn't help his mood.

Hard to imagine...

Last night DH was sick and tired and depressed.  The depression manifests itself with extreme irritability.  He said he was nauseous from trying to get in the 20 grams of fat with every dose of Incivek.  And the doctor said he must take the medicine EXACTLY as prescribed.  Just like during the last round of treatment, I have a hard time imagining how he's going to make it through this week, much less 23 more (or will it be 47 more).