So Thursday is Nick’s first Chemo Treatment.
We are both nervous and worried and scared about how sick he’ll get. He is so worried about spending 3 days in bed with a puke bucket instead of me.
Because as much as I love him, that sound will have ME in bed with a puke bucket too. And both of us doing that?
I’m finding I really hate the ‘unknown’.
It’s unknown how he’ll feel after his Chemo treatment.
It’s unknown if it will have any effect on his cancer.
It’s unknown how long before Nick decides he has no ‘quality of life’ and stops his treatments.
They said 10-12 months a month ago; it’s unknown if that is more with treatment or less without.
I have SO much freakin’ paperwork to do I don’t know WHICH end is up.