Today marks 40 days until the last day of chemo – not that we are counting. His diagnosis was 43 days ago. I’m not even sure how to describe the past 43 days, but if I had to summarize it, I would say one word –blur. The last day of chemo will be a huge milestone for us and then we will have the final hurdle of surgery – so let the countdown begin – 40 days until the end of chemo! Some days, I’m not even sure how we have kept it together so far, but I’m hopeful that the next 40 days are quick, and calm, without any major disruptions!
In other news, Tom thought it would be funny to fake a reaction to one of his shots that I give him at home. I gave him the shot and he looked at me with a panicked look, dropped his head back and started shaking his arms. Worst. Joke. Ever. However, I know he’s starting to feel better when he starts to joke around again. Such a double edge sword…but I don’t think he’ll do that again because I threatened to take him back to the hospital…and he says my father-in-law is to blame for teaching him those kinds of jokes. Until next time...