It's never over 'til...

Big excitement - my last big chemo on my 55th birthday. Auspicious.  With only one real blip to my record, I felt confident that stage 1 of my treatment was over and behind me. All seemed fine. Tuesday, a nasty niggly cough. By Tuesday night, I knew I was sick and by Wednesday, I'd begun a truly horrible week (well, so far, not quite a week). Thursday, with tubes coming out of me in more than one direction, zero energy, fever, nausea, pain in every bone, and a mind in a swirl, I was ready to check out of this world.  Possibly just flu, but after an entire road trip of chemotherapy, my body is clearly at a nadir of strength and took it badly. I have still not had enough energy to speak on the 'phone, so for everyone who has been so kind, please forgive me and wait a few more days.
Today, Saturday, I think I am finally on the upswing, but the cough is driving me crazy and preventing me from getting close to the rest I would like to have. With Mother Nature/G-d providing the most delicious rain outside, what could be more wonderful than cuddling up in bed? But no: cough cough cough ruining it all.
Along with the rain, in Florida, we get algae that needs pressure cleaning at least twice a year. The patio is black. I insisted that RR make an appointment with the cleaners.  At least if there's a shiva coming up, the veranda will be respectable.
We have learned that it's never over til it's over and not to be overconfident about our ability to withstand every physical challenge. It makes you wonder what the h it's all about anyway? All the corniest of questions arise and so far, there sure are no answers. The amazing thing is that every single one of us will go through these thoughts and face their finality at some point, yet we continue to live as though the questions do not exist. What does a hungry child in Africa think and am I utterly over self indulgent?
On the home front, Reuven has been very good today, making meals and becoming quite domesticated. Jimmi Hendrix has decided that he has a legitimate place at the table and if we don't nip him in the bud, on the table. It is quite funny to see that little black and tan face sitting on his own chair, seriously expecting to participate in human meals.
So, we have had the cute and the hectic this week. Hope to have something less dreary to report next time around. Meanwhile, anyone know a miracle cough cure?