Thus endeth the 48-hour run of Wii. Of course, we did not play for the entire 48 hours. We would play for a couple of hours and then do something else.
During the last two days I have learned some things.
No. 1 is that I am old. I remember back in the day when I could play well over 24 continuous hours of a single video game with nothing but chips and Dr. Pepper to keep me alive. Now, however, after playing for just about an hour, I was ready to call it quits. Cole kept me going, the little taskmaster. Granted it was easier for him because when he grew tired of playing, he would just stop but make me continue. How can you say no to a kid in a hospital bed?
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No. 2 is that I still love Mario. I love all the secret puzzles and tricks that, once discovered, make the game much easier.
And C, if you play one game long enough, images of said game will burn into your retinas so that every time you close your eyes you will see, in this case, Mario running and jumping around in your brain.
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Another thing I learned is that the advances in the field of medicine (especially oncology) are amazing, and my son will eventually owe his life to these advances. However, we (as a society) have obviously chosen to put our efforts into medical advances to the detriment of the potential advances in chairs that are in hospital rooms that theoretically turn into beds. Seriously, we are in the 21st century, and we still can’t make something comfortable for me to sleep on? What’s up with that?
Let’s put my grumbling aside for a while. Cole had a pretty good day today. He did not feel like eating anything, but he was not really feeling nauseous, so that is a partial victory. This round of Chemo is some bad stuff.
We have been very proactive with respect to the anti-nausea medicine, and so far he seems to be doing better after two days than he was after two days of Chemo 3.
I am hoping that he can bust out tomorrow, or Sunday at the latest. But for now think of him, and raise your glasses and toast Cole, Financial Advisor.