Wa-hoo! We made it through a second round of chemo. Yesterday when Andrew lost his "baggage" (the chemo pack) it was once again like a new lease on life. While he continues to tolerate the chemo well, he doesn't sleep well during these weeks and then everyone is grumpy! Last night, Andrew slept deeply, soundly, and most thankfully, past 5:30am.
Meanwhile, many of you have asked after us and then followed with, "And how are you doing?" clearly meaning the you that is Christine M N Jones and not the collective we that is Andrew's cancer. If I answer honestly, I would have to say that, "It sucks, but it could suck more." I'm still surprised each day when I wake up and see Andrew's thinning hair, armies of pill bottles, and lists of questions for all the doctors. I've been putting off writing to our French friends telling them we haven't - and cannot - book tickets for a European vacation (yet). Really? This is our life now? Mostly I'm just a wee bit anxious as January is a hectic month for both of our jobs and I wonder how we'll manage a chemo week, high school finals, and my work team's annual conference on church missions all on the week of the 23rd.
But lest you think I'm heading over to the dark side - I'm not worried about Andrew not being cured. His hair is falling out in droves. Surely if the chemo is killing the fast dividing cells of the hair follicles, it must be killing the fast dividing cancer cells. And the fact that Andrew played tennis last weekend without getting winded must indicate that the tumor is shrinking.
On balance, life is SO good. It's Saturday, we're rested, we've got a great community near and far, and I had key lime pie for breakfast, left over from a delicious meal brought last night. I cannot think of anything better than this!
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