Today was hard - and good at the same time. Hard because Taylor is weaker this time around. Hard - because it stinks to see him go through this.
This is a picture of them accessing his port. Hard - because a little sickly boy, with no hair and pale skin, walked by while Taylor was having his treatment and I broke into tears thinking about Taylor looking like that. Hard - because Taylor broke down on the way home. He didn't feel good, he was tired, he was emotional and he missed his Nana. He started to cry shortly after we left the hospital. It was good and bad. Bad to see him hurt. Good to see him let it out. To my knowledge he has only cried three times since this whole ordeal started.
Good - The doctors say Taylor is doing well. He will have another PET scan after this cycle to see how much the cancer has shrunk. Good- Stephanie came with Taylor and I again today.
He is less nauseous this time than last. But much more tired. He was really wiped out this evening. But look at those pictures. Who else smiles like that while having a chemo treatment? Seriously!
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