With lots of support along the way, we did it. Six rounds of chemo are complete. Today is day nine of round six and Dave is feeling better. The fatigue hung around a lot longer this time. He thinks it’s because he had to take an extra antibiotic that made him feel yucky. I think it’s because we didn’t have time to rest before this round. The last six weeks have been extremely busy. But now it’s over.
This round was a lot easier on me because I knew it was the last one. Just knowing that I don’t have to take him back for chemo in two weeks makes me ecstatic. There’s still a great big unanswered question in front of us, so we haven’t danced naked in the streets yet, but the relief of knowing that this phase of the process is over lifted a huge weight from my soul.
If you’ve seen him lately, you’ll know that is hair is already growing back. It started sprouting in earnest during the extra week after round four and he decided not to shave it again. He lost a few of the black ones after round five, but the gray ones? Well, I’m not sure you can kill them. They seem to be the cockroaches of hair. Even chemo doesn’t kill them. Now he has enough that it gets all crunched up on the side of the head when he’s sleeping like it used to. And now he actually has to dry it when he gets out of the shower, and he almost needs a brush. Ella walked by him in the living room the other night and said, “It looks like you’re growing some hair up there, buddy.” His eyebrows never did fall out completely but they did get thinner.
Next week he’ll have a PET scan and the week after that, we’ll know. Until then, we will rest in thankfulness that there isn’t a Round 7.
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