Scott did okay at clinic this morning. His anc was over 7000, probably higher than it has been since diagnosis. However the platelets took a dive (which makes me very nervous) but our lovely nurse Vikki made me look into her eyes whilst she lectured me on how good everything looked.
Scott still feels horrible but the pain is starting to ease now so hopefully he's over the worst. Until next time at least!!
He is still very hungry and presently fluttering his freakishly long eye lashes at me, pining for pizza. Thank goodness Pizza Hut take credit cards so we dont have to spend real money!
Well life continues to crap on us and good old Homeland Security/Immigration have managed to screw up YET AGAIN something which should be incredibly simple. Well I guess it keeps those amongst us with limited brain capacity in a job. Poor David is having a meltdown and stealing my pills. Derry thinks its all very funny and has started speaking with a Hispanic brogue. Scott is looking forward to real chips and chocolate and sleeping on his Nana's floor again and as for me, hell, my baby has cancer; the dude with the deportation stamp wont be winning my Halloween fancy dress competition anymore.
Besides which, we've jumped over them already, just to get to the fight!
Happy Hallmark Day to you all.