After the highs of coming home and reconnecting, come the lows of the reality of high dose methotrexate: it’s a doosey of a medicine and Sam has had a challenging time with the nausea and vomiting. 

He’s strong and resilient and we’re still hopeful about HoCo this Saturday, but it can’t be fun to think “oh shit I have 3 more rounds of this to go!?!?!”  He’s vomiting 2-3 times per day still and that’s *with* the anti-nausea meds in place (and we’re a week out from the 1st administration of the medicine and a week ahead of the 2nd administration — I guess I was hoping for a break in here somewhere).

It’s rough to see him vomit.  I don’t mind vomit, in and of itself, and I know his body is fighting and vanquishing leukemia once and for all (FU leukemia!) and it’s rough to see our teenage son go through this phase. 

Today was not a good day.

He doesn’t complain, though. He acknowledges the pain involved and he agrees that vomiting and nausea both suck, but it sucks with a purpose and that’s what keeps us going. The only way is through. And through we will go. Together.

#TeamSam

#FUleukemia