Well, it's done. I just watched the very very very last dose of Doxorubicin make it's way through the clear tubes and into Pablo's port-o-cath. I climbed in bed with him and he asked if he could lay on me - OF COURSE! He was awake for the first five minutes and then fell asleep, which was great because I was praying and crying and praying and crying. Wow, 15 minutes can feel like such a long time.
I was given (or Pablo was given) a first class relic of Blessed Francis Xavier Seelos right before his surgeries. I hadn't heard of him, but did the research and learned all about him within a few days. He was working in New Orleans as a missionary when he died and is enshrined there. This relic has been with us for every hospital visit and was actually tied to Pablo's shirt last night and is tonight. A third class relic of Fr. Seelos was given to me by another special friend right before Christmas. I've kept it in our suitcase, so it comes the the hospital with us, too. Last night, Danica, who is Catholic, was our nurse. I gave her the third class relic to hold in her pocket all night while she administered all of P's meds... tonight, Kim, also Catholic, is our nurse and she is holding it close through the night as well.
Thank you, everyone, for all of your love, thoughts and prayers over the course of these last two evenings. This is officially the beginning of the end of Pablo's treatment.