As happened last time around, Joe has a really puffy face this morning. This only started after the last chemo and that time it only was the first day. Right now he's drinking his morning coffee and reminding me a little of the Beast on that super-cheezy Beauty and the Beast tv series that I loved in the 80s. More pronounced on the right side than on the left. I don't think it means anything, but we're keeping an eye on it. Actually, I'm keeping an eye on it, since Joe has pretty small eye-holes at present. ;>This is the day that Joe starts the final drug of the chemotherapy: the daily dose of prednisone for 5 days. The prednisone is pure evil in pill form, with the power to turn all joy to misery, every green landscape to Mordor. Joe also administers the shot this morning that is designed to bring his white blood cells back from the brink. If things go as last time, in a week, Joe will have really intense bone-breaking pain in his back, indicating that the Neulasta shot has worked and that he's making the white blood cells his immune system really needs.
Knowing that it's the last time makes the burden so much lighter. But there's still a little ways to go. With happy hearts, but still a little ways.
Nancy and Ben, since Joe opened the last window on the Advent calendar yesterday, I believe that our Adventure is over. Just winding down now, keeping it together, and waiting to feel 100%.
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