Take Me out to the Ball Game

Thursday was a really good day for Vic. He woke up energized, went to Day 7 of radiation and then went to the Rockies game with his sister Alice.

It was a beautiful day, and there was a lot of action.

Then they met up with niece Lisa and her beau Ryan:

Even though the Rockies did their best ...

... they still lost.

Then Vic and Alice picked up her lovely groom Ed, and they all came up for dinner. We had pizza, which Vic didn't hate! Score one for pizza. (However, no score for watermelon, peach cobbler ice cream, steak, Cheetos, ramen noodles deviled eggs—all of which have been tried and found lacking.) I knew I was doing the right thing by selecting it as the one food I would choose if I could only have one food for the rest of my life. :-)

Radiadion Day 8 came and went with no flutters, kerfuffles, V-tachs or haboobs.

One of the nurses we saw on Wednesday said he might start seeing a "chemo pattern." Last Friday, he had that fever, and she thought that might be part of his pattern, but he didn't get one this week, so I think it was just a reaction to the feeding tube.

The saddest news of the week—at least in the Love household; I know there were other great tragedies in the world this week—is that he started using the feeding tube last night. He did not enjoy it one bit, and it even made him feel kind of icky. But that only lasted a few minutes, and when he weighed in this morning, he hadn't lost any weight.

He also says for the first time in six months, he doesn't feel like his uvula is sitting on his tongue—could it be the tumor is shrinking??

So he lost the battle of the feeding tube—but I know he's winning the war of the cancer.