Day 3 of Chemo- only One More

One could say this trip has been sort of like a second honeymoon. His hosptalization began with me scrubbing his stark naked body with Chlorhexidine the night before to sterilize his skin while he sang the Outkast version of 'So fresh and so clean with that Chlorhexidine, so fresh and so clean.' It was at that moment that my father came out of his bedroom asking us to read his freshly minted Christmas Newsletter. There's always time for late-breaking photo journalism additions, Dad.
His first dose of chemo did not sit well with him, he was seeing double, throwing up, and barely conscious, asking me things like "what day is it?" Not good. Turns out it was a antinausea drug (among 3 given to him) that was responsible for this. Since then, he has been pretty good except for the hour afterwards he feels kind of sick. So the final dose tomorrow seems like not a huge deal. All the ativan they give him, though, makes him have dreams like he is in Aladdin's palace flying on a magic carpet ride. Today, I made him take a shower, and we walked around a little bit. The IV pole must come everywhere he does like a bad third wheel, but hey, it's giving him the good stuff. It also doubles as a convenient little shelf. I wonder if they would sell a version alongside the portable stool in the geriatric section of the airplane catalogue. Blake is ready to go to the nursing home afterwards, as he loves the hospital bed, all the great nursing staff, and relaxing medications. Really, in seriousness, he is handling all of this like a rock star.

Blake wanted me to tell everyone that he thanks you all for sharing your love and compassion with us. Obviously, he is way better at writing our anniversary card notes.

His immune system is still intact, and we won't see the drop in counts until 2-3 more days. So, we continue on our journey and hope it continues as well as it has so far.