Just when we thought we had the whole chemo thing down...someone throws a curve ball.
We weren't expecting anything different from the previous five times, but apparently the stuff builds up and packs a wallop at the end. Maybe. That's our thought.
Actually, it's my thought--because he isn't thinking about anything but how to drag himself from upstairs to downstairs, or how he isn't hungry but should be eating something, or how generally not-good he feels.
He did decide to go to E's soccer game on Sunday (I got two lovely goals from my son). He even had enough energy to hit PetSmart to replace Grammy's deceased favorite white goldfish with three new white babies, figuring that at least one of them should survive. And was able to enjoy the rotisserie chicken for our Mom's Day dinner.
But his brief burst of wellness is over and today he's back to feeling not great.
Two someones will be glad when the side effects wear off and life can get back to business-as-usual.
We weren't expecting anything different from the previous five times, but apparently the stuff builds up and packs a wallop at the end. Maybe. That's our thought.
Actually, it's my thought--because he isn't thinking about anything but how to drag himself from upstairs to downstairs, or how he isn't hungry but should be eating something, or how generally not-good he feels.
He did decide to go to E's soccer game on Sunday (I got two lovely goals from my son). He even had enough energy to hit PetSmart to replace Grammy's deceased favorite white goldfish with three new white babies, figuring that at least one of them should survive. And was able to enjoy the rotisserie chicken for our Mom's Day dinner.
But his brief burst of wellness is over and today he's back to feeling not great.
Two someones will be glad when the side effects wear off and life can get back to business-as-usual.
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