So we are at the doctor's office a week after Alex's 1st chemo treatment. The chemo comprises of a potent cocktail of meds that include steroids, antibodies, antihistamines, and nasty poisons. It takes two days to administer, an 8 hour drip the first day and a 5 hour drip two days after. He sleeps though most of them, I read or knit. It is quiet and a sad place. There are small open rooms in a hallway with a huge station for personnel in center. Each room has a reclining lounge chair, a tv, an iv pole, and a small arm chair for the companion. There is a giant shelving unit piled with quilts, afghans, and fleece blankets. They are all home made and some say in memory of ---. I read them, fearing I may burst into tears. Anyway, we are waiting to see the doctor because his blood count was very low..almost no white cells. It was determined that he had a UTI and needed to go on an antibiotic, and get a look/see from the doc. He gave us the results from all the tests and they were good as far as containment of disease. He had two kinds of lymphoma at this point a new one being large cell, his general lymph nodes size had diminished and his heart was strong. We were releived, but concerned about the future and the treatments. I felt better, but not really. We have a battle ahead and he is sick from the first one, there are 5 more treatments to go. Oh my sweet man, he so does not deserve this.
