Greg looks sickly. It is obvious he is not well and that the chemotherapy is taking it's toll. He sleeps most of the day. During his waking moments, he is usually crying or whimpering. His arms and legs are getting thinner by the minute. He didn't eat dinner last night, and had two bites of scrambled eggs and two bites of cereal for breakfast. Papa brought pizza for lunch (Greg's request), and Greg ate a slice and a half!
We were able to do some school. Greg sat up and did his math pages and then he had to stop and rest for awhile.
Will made a fire in the pit and the neighbors came over for s'mores. Greg laid on the table and star-gazed.
He started complaining about his stomach hurting late this evening. His legs are still the main source of his pain and the only thing that seems to help is Will or me rubbing them, but he has mentioned his jaw hurting again.
Blessings: he still has his hair, he isn't this cranky beast we were warned about, he's not throwing up, and Will's home to help. This morning, all four kids were needing attention - I don't know how I would do it if Will wasn't home. Things could be worse, much worse.
2 comments:
I'm on the verge of tears whenever I read your blog. I love your daily journal entries! Keep them up!
Love you!
I love that you're listing your blessings among all the chaos. I am sure God is so proud of you and how you're handling this trial!
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