Stanley's Coming Home

Tuesday was worse than Monday, but still not too bad. I was really tired most of the day, and just slept on and off all through the afternoon and evening. My parents came by in the evening, and we played cards and watched TV. To this point, I'd been really tired, but nothing else really - no nausea or vomiting or anything like that, so I guess it's "so far so good".

Wednesday I felt somewhat decent. My parents, as well as Kim and Gary, stopped by to see how I was doing, which was very nice. I did sleep through most of the morning, but I woke up about midday amped for Game 6 of the Red Wings/Penguins series. Despite the disappointment from Monday night, I was cautiously optimistic that we would be able to finish it off. And we played very, very well. It was nice to see us go in front, and then smother Pittsburgh and take away all of their scoring chances. If we could have stayed out of the penalty box, we would have shut them out. As it was, once Hossa's last gasp effort (that wouldn't have counted anyway) went wide, I jumped up and down and danced and celebrated another Stanley Cup. This was different than the previous three in my lifetime - Those three teams were built simply by the "Yankees Method" of just spending more money than everyone else. However, we earned this Cup, as the salary cap instituted after the lockout forced us to go a different direction. Either way, it was sweet as sugar, and I spent much of the next day shopping online for championship gear (shirts, hat, coffee mug, etc.).

Unfortunately today (Thursday) was the worst day of the week. I had my first serious bouts of nausea, and just felt awful all day. There were moments where I wanted to fall asleep, but felt too nauseous to sleep. My parents popped by separately during the day, and Tim, TJ, and Gabby stopped by in the evening for an unexpected surprise. For those who haven't followed my blog from the beginning, Tim is my boss, and his son TJ was diagnosed with Lymphoma about six weeks before me last spring. He has since been given a clean bill of health, which is wonderful.

After they left, I got up and took a shower, then wandered down to "The Garden" at the hospital to get some fresh air. It was very nice just to get out of my room for a few minutes. It made me feel better for a while, but after getting back to my room, I started feeling not-so-hot again, which led me to crash earlier than normal.