Same old, same old. The chemo makes him bone tired, but the steroids make him so jittery he feels like he's about to jump out of his skin. And he is just on SO much medication. In addition to all of the usual, pain meds, anti-nausea stuff, etc, now he's on penicillin, cipro, bactrim, and acyclovir to ward off infection because the chemo has played havoc with his immune system. I had the novel experience of giving him The First Shot this morning. It's questionable who was more nervous about it, the shooter or the shootee, but we both survived.

Jimmy and I both are confident that all of this will lead to a good long remission, if not to an eventual cure. We know, too, that we will never look at anything in the same way again. We see a lot of the same people, week in and week out, at the cancer center, both patients and medical personnel, and we marvel at their courage and their compassion. There is one beautiful young couple we see from time to time. They are maybe in their late twenties, the wife so weak and frail, her husband anxiously hovering around her. They look for all the world like Ali McGraw and Ryan O'Neal in "Love Story". It breaks your heart.