9.0: Back to the yuck

Today was chemo at 8:45 am. I was on my own this time, and things went ok compared to previous times. I start feeling sick as soon as I enter the building, and I have a hard time getting out of bed on chemo days. They got the IV started after only two tries this time (yay!) and I slept as much as I could. I was surprised to toward the end by my Brittney and the kids, who came to visit. They had some pictures they had drawn for me, and Gwen just kept repeating "Hi, Daddy!" over and over and burying her head in my face. It was cute. They had to wait a little bit long for me to get done, but they behaved very well.

I was a little unsure as to whether I wanted them to see me like that, but I tried to truthfully answer all their questions about the tubes and machines and other things. I am amazed by how they can handle everything in stride (or seem to, I am sure they can sense the stress of the situation at some level). They know that I am sick and that I am getting better. And I try to make sure that they also know how much I love them and how much they mean to me.

Since then I have been lying in bed. My stomach feels quite upset and delicate, like anything could push me over the edge to throw up. So far that hasn't happened yet though. Now for some sleep.