So, maybe hair is overrated. Jeff's is starting to fall out, but fortunately his hair is so incredibly thick that I don't think anyone will notice. Not yet, anyway. He doesn't seem to be down about it at all. Maybe it's because he is strengthened and encouraged by the brave example Pedro set with his wig in the movie Napoleon Dynomite! Ha! I offered to find Jeff a similarly stylish hairpiece, but he firmly and definitively told me "No thanks." Jeff, my offer stands if you should happen to reconsider. Otherwise, Pat, it might be time for you to start working on the first-ever "Locks of Love" fashioned from back hair!
In the meantime, Jeff continues to march through his second dose of chemo. Tonight began the second dose of Cycle Two. He's been faring so much better this time around. He hasn't been nearly as wiped out by the anti-nausea drugs. The only side-effect that has been worse, so far, are the chills that come when they induce his fever. The shaking has been more pronounced but, again, he has rejected medication that would alleviate it. And then he wrestled a shark with his bare hands and carried six grown men up eighteen flights of stairs--all while tethered to his IV pole! Ok, I made that last part up--but the point is, he is incredibly tough and is making something that is both backbreaking and heartbreaking look easy. He did eat and drink well today (he's still only up for applesauce and orange juice), and he took two walks around the hospital floor. He even opened his own mail today (Thanks for the cookies, Jill!). He really likes to get cards and letters--and it's so important when he is far away from home.
What makes me especially proud of him is knowing that even though he's here in Houston and the kids are in Milwaukee, he is still parenting them just as well as always through his courage and example and I know that as they get older and reflect on this experience they will appreciate him even more than they do now.
I'll report again tomorrow, but tonight's entry is short because, thankfully, Jeff isn't giving me a whole lot of material to work with--no exciting side-effects; no mad-cap antics; all is going well.
Your prayers continue to work for us! Keep it up!