Matt went solo for Treatment #3 on Tuesday; he figured if old ladies could be there by themselves that he didn't need to bring his mommy along. I'm sure he managed to keep busy with his trusty companion, the beloved iPhone. What can't it do, really? I'm surprised there's not a chemo infusion app by now...
The medical report, in brief--his white blood cells continue to rally, which certainly contributed to his feeling great during this past week in between treatments. He worked at the office every day last week, right up until the day before chemo.
While the original understanding was that there would be 4 cycles of chemo (8 treatments), Matt learned on Tuesday he would actually undergo 6 cycles (12 treatments). Surprise! Four cycles of chemo is most often coupled with radiation treatments afterwards, so although it is a bummer that Matt will winding up his tour of cancer duty in February instead of December, it is still much more preferable to avoid radiation if he can.
Up until this point, having cancer hasn't been that bad. Slight nausea? Yeah, but no big deal. Fatigue? Sure, a bit. Really nothing too terrible. The third time having poison pumped into your body is the charm, apparently, because Matt came home from his treatment looking yellow. While this experience previously was more akin to a Thomas Kinkade painting, the past few days have been more like Van Gogh's The Parsonage Garden in the Snow.
Here's hoping that he only has a few of these really uncomfortable days each treatment. Throughout all of this, Matt has always said to spare him an ounce of worry. The knowledge that so many little kids are subjected to this process is unbearable. For any of you who feel compelled to do something for Matt, you can donate a toy to your local pediatric cancer center.