Our heroic professor DID make it through his classes, but when he got home, he walked straight to the bed and stayed there all night. I helped him get his poor liddle shoes off, and brought him dinner on a tray. Then he watched TV recaps of the Superbowl--couldn't get enough of that Packer victory!--and went to sleep really early.
Unfortunately, his fever went up to almost 102 before he went to sleep, despite tylenol.
This morning, he's walking around, coughing and feeling very exhausted.
He plans to teach yet again on Wednesday.
I don't know what will happen on Thursday and Friday of this week, as he is scheduled to start round 2 of chemo, meaning he would get the M and V on Thursday, and the womper--Cisplatin--on Friday. I just don't know if they give chemo to people who are already as banged up as he is right now.
Sorry I didn't post last night. I was having a lot of hand-wringingly anxious feelings about Bill, and I felt so sorry for him, so I just didn't go near my computer.
Love to all of you!
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