Uncertain harvests continue to be very uncertain indeed. Puts me in mind of school harvest festivals. I took in a tin of pineapples one year, a rare and strange object in those ancient days, and fully expected to be universally admired for my exotic sophistication. I wasn't!
Soooo...last Thursday the lovely hospice nurse came to discuss the various pills and potions and, since we've had two weeks without any significant bone pain (hoorah), suggested switching from slow-release morphine to Oxycodine to lessen my OH's general level of confused dopiness. The evil cancer bunnies must have been listening in because that night he was in agony and hardly slept with the pain. We dosed him up to the eyebrows and everything calmed down.
Then yesterday two of the grandchildren came to stay (aged 3 and 9) and up shot the pain levels and up shot his temperature to well over 100F (we haven't worked out decimals yet) and we had this mad evening/morning of pretending everything was ok (the family still don't know that he has cancer) while my OH was virtually immobilised. Thank heaven for ninja turtles and minecraft and Oramorph - kept them all in their own little worlds while I raced around making easter egg hunts, fish-feeding, tea-making, jigsaw putting together, bedtime stories, mopping up random bits of wee (the little one is just working out how to aim in to the toilet as opposed to around it), making breakfast, doing silent hide and seek (while OH was sleeping), finding lost toys and persuading the little one to get dressed (he'd really rather not) and eventually depositing them home several hours earlier than intended with some vague story about a bad back.
We've flung so many pain-killers at him I'm amazing he can even speak but they are working and he's had a couple of hours sitting in the garden in the sun reading the papers. Now he's having a kip, I'm eating a bar of chocolate (my easter present to me) and we're off to the out-of-hours clutching a urine sample (hopefully OH's not the grandsons') at tea time to see what's up.
Will let you know the outcome. Meanwhile, hope your eggs are in several baskets and that the evil easter bunnies don't darken your doors. Have a good break...