is finally over....
We survived a good seven hours in the chemo room today. Or I should say Mike survived since he was the one with the needle in his arm. He's feeling OK for now but from what we were told about these drugs, the aftermath might not be so fun. One causes a red rash on the face, the others can cause hair loss, nausea, fatigue, mouth sores and tingling in the fingers and toes. Apparently there is nothing pretty about cancer.
To pass the time, we read, ate hot dogs and watched HOURS of soccer. So much for our wedding anniversary... Thinking about the contrast between that day four years ago and this one is almost unbearable. But one thing has not changed, and that is how crazy mad in love I am with this man... (even if he dumps out his soda can on the sinkful of dishes I just washed).
So I hope you'll indulge me with a few photos from our wedding day:
Oh, and Charles, Mike talked the doctor into letting him have a few drinks during your visit this weekend, so stock up on the amaretto, baby. Or should we get Bailey's? Maybe both.