The year of the suck continues

Can we just have one thing in our lives that doesn't absolutely, completely, utterly suck this year?

This weekend, we were hoping to either catch Hellboy II or The Dark Knight, or, god forbid, maybe even go hunting for huckleberries if Cheryl felt well enough, one of the few things I actually look forward to in this godforsaken place. Fat chance there, Chester. Wednesday evening, Cheryl starting vomiting again. By Thursday afternoon, she couldn't keep anything down, including water, and by Friday, she was vomiting over a dozen times even though she wasn't putting anything in her stomach. Which, as you can imagine, was loads of fun.

This, clearly, was not a good thing, so back to the hospital we went last night to get rehydrated and chock full of intravenous antinauseals. She's feeling better this morning but odds are this may result in another extended hospital stay, and what the timeline is for another treatment in Portland is, we got no clue. In my lay opinion, it would not surprise me if surgery is now called for simply to improve Cheryl's quality of life, but I'm not a doctor, I just play one on TV.