Two weeks out of CHLA felt good. It's Monday morning, and now we're back to the work of cancer killing. We're gearing up for another hospital stay. If Pablo's blood numbers are in the zone, we'll check in today for two nights and three days of chemo. This week's arsenal is Doxorubucin—the red devil. Think of it as a shoe—say, a size 10 men's dress shoe—that we're throwing at any cancer cells still roaming around in Pablo's body. After this treatment, we are basically halfway to the late February end date. Trying to take that goal in stride. It's there in the near distance. But we don't wanna get too excited yet. It's a slow and steady path for us. We've kept Pablo healthy this long. Another two-and-a-half months is not nothin.
This morning, Pablo rumbled up the stairs after a solid night's sleep. He looks great. His spirits are as high as they've ever been. That's not a blood test, but it's a strong indicator that things are swinging the right way inside his body.
Polly just got here. Jo Ann and Fred ran out to hit 90 minutes of xmas shopping before we head to CHLA. I am working. It's amazing how busy we used to think we were. These days we get all the usual stuff done plus the major task of Pablo's medical stuff. I try not to think of the enormity of it all. It came into my mind this morning, and I wanted to share it.
By the way, don't forget the Pablove Supreme party tomorrow night. If you are in LA and can make it, we'd love to see you. We have a Santa and a professional Santa photog for kids and adults. Plus all the previously advertised stuff. If you can't make it, we'll post plenty of pix.
I'll check back later tonight....