Wrong, Wrong, Wrong

I thought today was the day Tate would get his last Erwinia shots.  I was wrong.  Really wrong.  I misunderstood the oncologist’s explanation of upcoming treatment a few weeks ago, and it turns out Tate has two more sets of six shots to go before he is done with Erwinia.  As of today he is half way through, not finished.

Today Tate was in exam room 1.  He hates this room because the hinge on the door is loud and squeaky.  Chemotherapy has left him extremely sensitive to sound; the only way I can explain it is that sound hurts him.  He always grabs his noise-cancelling headphones as soon as he hears the door knob twist.  Today Tate asked if we could fix the squeak ourselves the next time we come.  “We have WD-40.  We should just bring it.”  We all laughed.  We must be getting overly comfortable at the clinic to consider taking on minor repairs.

Tate didn’t feel very good today.  The MTX he got yesterday is doing bad things to his stomach, and he needed a break when Greg was pushing him to the car after the appointment.  Going over the bumps on the sidewalk was causing him pain.  I managed to drive over a few manhole covers on the way to and from the clinic, and that hurt, too.

Tate’s day improved a lot when we got home.  He ate two pulled pork sliders and some potato chips, a favorite meal.  His Gramps arrived from Los Angeles with a big tortoise stuffed animal and immediately went shopping for high-calorie snacks with big flavor.  Tate is hoarding most of the snacks in his room to protect them from being eaten by the rest of us.  (Understandable.  We cannot be trusted with snacks.)  For dinner, Greg cooked him homemade orange chicken with rice.  Tate ate as much as he could.

We are hoping for an uneventful weekend.  Next week should be pretty quiet, too.  Tate has a few days off chemotherapy to let his body build back up.

I hope you all have a wonderful weekend!