Amos’s day was a high contrast to mine. He worked a 10 hour shift with nausea, numbness and fatigue and had his first death threat while I relaxed with my dad and sister and had fun doing a makeover on Kirra’s room.
The prisoners asked him if he had some “good stuff” running through his pump today. He answered, “Ya, if you like poison!” They questioned him about other drugs he was taking. He told them he wasn’t taking Gabepentin, sleeping pills or anything else anymore because he didn’t like how they made him feel. They suggested he bring the extras to them. I’m sure they would have been upset to know he had flushed them down the toilet. A nurse asked him about the pump when he told her it was chemo she screamed “What?” He did the suicide watches and group therapy sessions along with several individual psychotherapy sessions. He had his first death threat today. While he was counseling a different prisoner at his cell front. The inmate in the cell above told him he was going to get out of there and stab Amos in the neck!
He got home and was barely able to stand. I tried to convince him to go to bed but he insisted on taking me out for date night.
My day, on the other hand, was absolutely wonderful. Sarah, dad and I relaxed at the pool then decided to surprise my middle daughter Kirra with a room makeover while she was at school.
What fun! I’ll miss daddy and Sarah when they leave. Sarah is my sister just older than me. Her husband is a bishop in Texas and it’s so fun when she comes to visit. We get along much better now than when we shared a room as children.
I now get to share a room with someone just as cool. I feel so blessed to be the wife of a man who works so hard and sacrifices himself for my well being, but I wish I could switch places with him to ease his burdens right now.