GH has chemo today, as he has nearly every Wednesday since the twins were born even if I haven't blogged about it much. Truth be told, his treatments are going pretty well. His platelets, while low, have stabilized at a level where is oncologist feels comfortable treating him pretty aggressively, and he's been tolerating the treatments relatively well. He deals with the usual side effects, fatigue and diarrhea being the main ones, but they have been less severe lately than in the past.
Next week, on Tuesday, he'll have a CT scan to see how the tumors look. I've noticed many things lately that confirm my status as an optimist, and here's another one: every time GH has a CT, I think, "This will be the time they discover that his tumors are GONE!" or, "This will be the time that they realize that this whole cancer diagnosis was just a colossal screw-up; he's actually fine." While in my heart of hearts I know this will not happen, part of me still holds out hope.
Keep your fingers crossed for me, for him, for Maddie, for Riley, for us.