We started delayed intensification today after a two week break. The break was wonderful - Jamey had energy and was in great spirits. We were all nervous for today, knowing that Jamey wasn't going to feel well after going to the clinic. He was given 3 different chemos today, two of them injections, and a flu shot.
After the clinic we went to lunch and the bookstore, and Jamey was doing great (although he had a terribly difficult time trying to pick a book - three or four new ones just came out that he's dying for). After we picked up Noah and Coby from the bus, though, he took a dive and started throwing up and feeling horribly. Since then, he's been a basket case, too nauseaous to move. It was really difficult, in fact, to get him to take his pills tonight. I feel terrible for him - he feels as if this is a never-ending saga. When you're 11 years old, this is a lifetime.
Some days I can't believe we're living this life . . .
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