The first round of chemo is done and we are on to the second dosage. Matthew (he is also referred to by many other names such as but not limited to, "packy", "Mdogg", "mj", "little dude") is hanging in there with incredible fortitude.
He did get sick last night and threw up most of his cottage cheese. Since then he has been given medicine for his nausea and he kept down today's helping of cottage cheese. He loves cottage cheese. He woke up this morning in quite the cranky mood. When the regular doses of Tylenol and Ibuprofen were not doing the trick, he was given a small dose of morphine and that agreed with him very well.
Aside from the cottage cheese and occasional fistful of teddy grahams, he is not eating too much. We received a very nice gift of cupcakes and, with the precision of a talented surgeon, he removed and discarded the cake part of the cupcake leaving only frosting for him to smear on his face.
He went for a walk around his floor of the hospital and did great. After being in a bed for the past three days, he must have felt great to get out and about. He felt comfortable enough to make the trip in only his diaper and little yellow booties. He also made sure to stop by the nurses station so they all could noticed him. He has so many wires hooked up to him and they are driving him nuts. Currently there are 7 wires or tubes connected to him in some fashion. He love to play with his trucks and tractors which distracts him for short periods,
The support continues to be incredible and Nicole and I are touched deeply by the thoughts and well wishes. Keep praying and hoping.