ChemoMarathon! Longest Session Ever!

Today, Bill had the longest session of chemo he's ever had. It went so long that we were the last people out, and they had to stay open till after 6 just for Bill (not his fault) when, normally, they close at 4:30.

He believes they did several kind of stupid things that made the session take twice as long as planned. He was kind of crabby to the nurse! She understood. But he was pretty upset at how long we were there: 1 pm to 6:30-ish. At least he got to sleep through most of it, in a huge barcalounger. ha. I had to sit on a hard chair and WOW WAS I SICK OF MY LAPTOP BY 6:15 PM. Whew! Never wanted to see email or facebook again in my life. haha

More to the point: His blood was goofed up today, so he had to get a giant magnesium drip which took forever, and then his port wouldn't work, so they had to use his veins, then the nurse accidentally smashed his finger in the chair tray, and it was quite the day.

He says he doesn't care if I'm with him there or not, but when I took a 45-minute walk outside, he clapped his hands when I came back and said he was so happy to see me and that he missed me while I was away. hmmm. How to interpret that...

He feels normal right now, from anti-nausea drips and steroid drips, and will feel decent until Sunday, his low day.

Next week, on Thursday, he gets his 3rd round. Then we go to Wake Forest (don't have a date yet) for a CT scan to see if this chemo is working. If not, maybe he quits it then. Or they try radiation or something. Not sure. If it is working, then he continues 12 weeks of this, once a week. I don't know how he is standing it. He looks really like a sick person now, and can hardly walk, except for odd bursts of energy, during which he once even went to the grocery story briefly!

I wont put up a post unless there's something to tell you about. So maybe I'll skip the Sunday post and write on Monday, so I can tell you that he felt bad on Sunday but is all better by Monday, without worrying you on Sunday.

We both continue with massively gigantic gratitude for your going through this with us, and caring, and praying or thinking or wishing or whatever you do. Love is love, and we feel yours. Hope you feel ours for you!

Gnite for now! Kisses and hugs from the Chemo Corral.