Got to the hospital this morning to find Ed racked out, nauseated, worn out, and generally blah.
Nurse says that high doses of chemotherapy like this can not necessarily be predictable.
Good thing I was listening to "The Master's Chorale" on the way here..."I will never be afraid! God is my Rock. I will not fear, God is my refuge."
It puts things in perspective and fuels comfort.
Prayers are appreciated.
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