I keep waiting for a shoe to drop, for the chemo side-effects to kick in, but nothing's happened so far. Sam's "counts" have not started to drop, so although he's received 10 of 11 doses of immuno- and chemotherapy, we've yet to see the effects--well, except for the two times he's made diarrheal donations to Alyson's lap.
It's not like we haven't been told how this plays out: it won't get ugly for Sam until the chemo's had some time to work. I just keep hoping that Sam is somehow defying medical gravity: He had chemo and never had any side-effects!
All of which is to say that we are doing well, if somewhat in denial about what's still to come.
Alyson and I stayed at home last night. We'd been taking turns sleeping at the hospital, but since Sam's been comfortable and sleeping well lately, the costs to us (a shitty night's sleep) are greater than the benefits to him. I think as long as that's the case, we'll try to sleep at home.
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