Here we are, about 48 hours after the administration of week 2 of chemo and already we have waves of nausea and hair thinning. The poor little man just whines and runs over to me to pick him up when he doesn't feel good. I pick him up, he curls up on me, sucks his thumb and just leans on my shoulder. And I just hold him... and we cuddle through it.
The hair freaked me out yesterday. I felt like it is so early for that to start but I guess not. There were stray hairs on the back of his shirt yesterday, in his crib this morning and on my pillow when he laid down with me at 5:30 this morning.
I hate this. I hate that the medication that is supposed to make him better makes him sick. I hate that there is no cure or medicine that isn't so hard on people. I hate that he is 2 years old and going through this.
I am off to cuddle with my little man again. Please keep those prayers coming!
Love to you all,
Friday, November 7, 2008
Posted by Chrissie at 9:22 AM