Nick was to have Chemo on Wednesday. His blood #’s were not good enough. Come back Friday. We’ll try again. Nope. Again his blood #’s are no good. So they are to give him some kind of shot. “Can you stop in on your way home?” nope. I’m too dejected.
It’s not working.
I know it.
I’m watching him waste away. I’m watching his color just disappear. Jegs just hangs on both of us now.