Sunday Aug. 12 Quickie Post

Bill said not to go into it. Not sure why.

But he had SUCH a bad day today, starting at 4:30 a.m., that he said it was the worst day he has ever had since chemo ever began, even before his surgery.

I have never ever seen him this completely sick from chemo. And just when we thought it was going to be a breeze, as we expected Saturday to be the bad day, like it has been for months now, but turns out Sunday is the tar pit.

He said if tomorrow he isn't significantly better, he is canceling chemo.

Not sure what that means, but he said not to talk about it, so I won't. If I could, I'd have a lot to say.

I'm starting to think that whining on this blog is tacky. I know a lot of sick people, and none of them whine on a blog like this.

I better just go to sleep. It was not a day I'd ever want to do again.

Love to you for reading all this junk all the time. And for praying and loving our poor boy.

G'nite.