So after a little mix up, I guess things are starting to roll. Moffitt has signed off on Gil having Chemo done before being evaluated for his marrow transplant, so the port goes in Friday 1/25 and chemo starts Monday 1/28.
This is where it get's hard. A while back when all this started, we were taking a nap one day over the Thanksgiving holiday. Gil started to cry in his sleep. It was only for a moment, but it really disturbed me. This is when you realize how difficult this is. It's hard to feel fine, and know you are about to be made so sick on purpose; you're about to be poisoned in the name of a cure. You wonder if it's worth it? what would happen if left untreated, and how long would it be?
We'll never really know.
Anyone up for customizing a barf bucket?
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