We’re very nearly to the halfway point on the currently prescribed chemo. P has finished 6 rounds of pretty intense FOLFOX. (The dosage is so high the nurses routinely go, “holy shit” as they’re hooking him up to the IV.)

Though the treatment is by no means easy for anyone in our house, he is fortunate that he is spared some of the more dramatic and outward effects of chemo like losing his hair and throwing up. The fatigue is tough, but P has been walking regularly with his dad (hooray for Jim!) and, since taking a leave from work, is able to rest when he needs to.

The worst part about chemo for me (and P would probably tell you the same thing) is that he’ll be feeling pretty good this week, but just knowing he has to go right back in and get poison pumped into him… well, let’s just say neither of us sleep well the night before.

We will, however, know very soon if the chemo is working. On Monday, P will have a colored CT scan that will show if his remaining tumors (in his liver and lungs) have shrunk. I have faith that it is working, but damn it will be good to see proof.

The oncologist will share the results and plan with us on Tuesday. As far as I know, if it’s working, they’ll discuss the possibility for surgery and/or six more rounds of chemo.

It often seems like we’ve come so far, but then I am reminded that it is still quite a long road.

As always, thanks to all of you for your love and support. Send up a prayer/good vibes/pleasant thoughts early next week, please. I’ll keep you posted.