Will goes for his second chemo treatment tomorrow. His sister is coming in from Massachusetts to visit and will accompany him. About a week ago, the elevator in his condo buidling broke for a few hours while we were out and he wanted to take the stairs (he has mets in his hips). That was a big mistake. The next day and for two days afterwards he had bad hip pain. Other than that, though, he's been doing pretty well. I really think almost all of the visible skin lesions are smaller and sort of dried up looking. Hoping Dose 2 will be even more effective and that the liver mets will really take a big hit from this.
However, he is depressed. He's tired and unable to work, and seems to be struggling to enjoy things. He is normally such a positive person that this is hard to see. I'm worried all the time and trying hard not to let him see, but I'm sure he realizes that I"m scared. Still, a little over a month ago, we were given such grim news that I literally expected he might die any day. He is, from everything I can tell, actually better and I keep hanging on to hope. Please send him prayers for tomorrow's chemo treatment. If the chemo can beat down the tumors sufficiently, he can get into a more targeted treatment.