I had the best of intentions to write more often, but you know, road to hell and all…

P had the first (actually 13th) chemo last week. It was three tough days. I’m not sure if it was actually worse or if we just don’t remember that it was that bad the first time. The good news is that the new drug doesn’t come with the weird side effects that Oxaliplatin had, but it had plenty of your traditional chemo unpleasantness.

He did bounce back pretty quickly and had a rather amazing experience on Friday in Charlotte at a concert with some friends. You probably already saw it on Facebook, but here’s the video: https://youtu.be/DyfMcsbFHwU

Conor has been amazing. I think he feels pressured to be on his best behavior. I kinda wish he didn’t – but he’s definitely more aware this time around.

We’re much better at settling back into regular routines – part of it is Conor’s age, another is that Preston is working still so he gets back to work as soon as he’s able. I do pretty well during the day. Nights are tough, but our motto is “Better Living Through Modern Medicine” so between that and a boring audiobook, I’m able to stay distracted enough to fall asleep.

Thanks for the love and cards. Preston’s crowd surfing experience feels very much like a metaphor for our life right now – lots of hands holding us up, but pretty scary and not a lot of control as to where we’re heading or how to get there.