Maybe sleep is the best medicine. I told Louie this evening how thrilled I was not to hear the words "bad day" from him today. He said he hasn't had an entire bad day in over a year (What? I've watched him have some pretty gnarly days but I'll go with it.); that a bad morning is often offset by a good afternoon and vice versa. And he insisted he won't say bad day on "good or moderate days". How does one invoke an abbrieviated memory on demand (and not in that annoying corporate way)? That would be a luxury indeed! I certainly can't shake his bad days that handily but, hey, this is his story.
Appointments this morning, tests to determine baseline of hearing, kidneys and the lungs as we gear up for this next phase of treatment. More tests on the docket for tomorrow. Don't worry they said, none of these drugs will likely affect anything long term other than hearing (fertility, secondary cancers and IQ are potential latent side effects from the previous batch). He may need a hearing aid later in life???!!! So?! The glorious side effect not mentioned in fine print is that he may have a 'later in life'. That's why we get up everyday. Grateful for this good day. This I hope he remembers.