The amount of support I’m getting is incredible. The staff at the hospital are lights out and on top of that I’ve been hearing from friends and family from all over. Michele hasn’t left my side once. This is quite the humbling experience. I’ve even been getting amazing notes from my co-workers, which means the cats out of the bag. I mean if I’m out of work for a few months, I can’t just say my tummy hurts and expect them to believe that.
So I’m beginning day 2 of chemo. There really is no beginning, it’s just that I woke up (or was woken up to get blood drawn) at 5:30 AM. I really just want to get out of here, but since I can’t, I feel great that the doctors and nurses here are on top of their game. I’m scared for this Friday. That’s when the chemo ends and I’ll have no immune system for a few weeks. I almost want to be the boy in the bubble for those few weeks. But I know that’s probably not possible.
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