Here he is (below) waiting for it to start, waving at the camera. Please notice and appreciate his new shoes: New Balance tennis shoes. He loves them. He is reading a new PG Wodehouse book (Uncle Fred in the Springtime) that our beloved Anna Barry recommended.
BELOW, you can see the nurse giving him the Red Devil. She's in her sort of haz-mat suit giving him the bright red drug in two fat syringes. Each syringe takes a half hour to inject, via his under-skin port, into his neck artery. Ew! She wears a body suit and rubber gloves, because if it hits skin, it burns a hole all the way down. Ew, again!
He is a mighty relaxed cowboy! Isn't he sumpn? Who wouldn't love him? You can see my perpetually messy hair accidentally got into the picture (on the left).
Why? It's the steroids! Tons of steroids! And HUGE fat intravenous bags full of anti-nausea medicine and feel-good preparations to get him ready for the Red Devil bomber, and to get him past the first couple of days.
REALLY. This feeling-great thing didn't happen the last times he got it! And I was afraid they wouldn't even give him chemo today, with how terrible he felt. He was SO beaten down yesterday and this morning, that he said his brain wasn't even working right. He said he just felt poisoned, foggy headed, depressed, nauseated 24 hours a day, and a bunch of stuff I can't write on a blog, but all bad.
Then this! We don't know how long he will feel great, but great he feels!
I'll post more frequently for the next week, as that is when the most dramatic things happen.
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Thank you for your prayers and love and thoughts and wishes and everythings. It's working! We are both soooooooooo grateful. THANK YOU for loving us!
We love you more! :)
Diamond Lil and Cowboy Bill
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