After a great and uneventful weekend, we went in on Monday to verify he was ready. His counts were up and for the docs, that seemed reason enough to get going on the second round. I felt much better after having a few great days and knowing that the end was in sight.
Greg started his second (and last) round of chemotherapy on Tuesday. We went to a different hospital (the one where Greg was initially diagnosed) and had another good experience. The nurses remembered him from over a month ago and would pop in and say hi.
His therapy, although the same medications and same dosages, went so much better this time around. No Morphine. No complaints of leg or stomach pain. Sleeping and eating normally. Was it because he wasn't trying to recover from the PICC line insertion procedure (and being on Morphine from the get-go) right before starting chemo? Was it because his colon had more time to heal? Was it the Priesthood blessing? Was it the better atmosphere? nurses and staff? Was it the window next to his bed and the proximity of the parent cot? Was it our better attitude? Was it the two doses of Prednisone that were given before even starting the big drugs? Was it because we now knew what to expect? Perhaps we'll never know. For whatever reason(s) we are grateful.
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