Steven has done really well with this last round of chemotherapy. He came home Sunday evening and was begging to go to a family dinner, so I took him. He loved being around him cousins and other family, although even Grandma's great cooking couldn't entice him to eat. He does have some nausea, but so far he hasn't thrown up at all--at home or at the hospital.
We are having to give him shots of GMCSF every day. This is a drug that will help his white blood cell counts to recover faster. As I had never given a shot before, this has been a little dramatic. I won't go into details, it was kind of embarassing. But here is a hint--I had to stick him twice and I ended up getting sticking myself in the process. I did better today--maybe there is hope for me yet.