Just A Cold!? (see post above)

Damn... I feel like a goddamn mother hen. Which I am, proudly, in some ways, but it was my mother who was the nag / worrywart, not me. Yeah, right.

So, Maryse has had a good report of her scan. Wonderful. Everything is on track. Wonderful! 06:30 off we go to the airport to drop off said wife for flight to Johannesburg and her Time To Think Foundation course (see plug). She is dropped off at the brand-spanking-new, state-of-the-art all bells-and-whistles Cape Town International Airport Departure drop-and-go. It is way impressive!

Then the  woman calls me a couple hours later: "I have a cold", she says  "it's really nothing, just a little head cold..." And I GO cold. Now usually, for a little sniffle we have our family nostrum - MedLemon! My favourite panacea - and this miracle is nothing more than vitamin C, menthol, caffeine and aspirin.  I love that it makes NO claims as to fixing anything, but just makes the victim feel better. And so it does. Good for when you cannot afford down time for a cold. But that was then, and this is now.

Circumstances are now exceedingly different, and while Maryse says "sniffle", my oncology handbook says 'CHECK EVERY ILLNESS OUT IMMEDIATELY'. The immune system is highly compromised by chemotherapy which is hopefully, merrily killing off red cells, white cells, bone marrow cells, mucus producing cells, hair follicles with the goal of, also, hopefully, doing the same to the nasty fast-growing cancer cells. But then, the heroic white disease-fighting cells are in retreat and a cold can become a BIG deal. 'Super Mother Hen' goes into action. And after calls to GP and Oncologist to see what the course of action is, the advice is for Maryse to get to a GP in Johannesburg to be checked out, maybe do a blood count due to the upcoming chemotherapy number 4 on Monday coming.

Maryse takes advice :-) and goes to a GP who, after palpitation, says, "It's just a cold". Take some vitamin C...

I stand down, take off Super Mother Hen spandex outfit and go back to caramelizing onions for tonight's dinner with daughter Talia. The big Margarita helped though...