Scarlett was admitted yesterday for chemo. She is coming through this round really well so far. She doesn't seem to feel sick and is happy to play with her fingers, stick her hand in her mouth and look at herself in the mirror. Her doctors changed her chemo plan to help preserve her remaining hearing, and the replacement drug seems to be much, MUCH easier on her. While I am glad she feels better this time around, I hope that it is just as effective as the last drug. I would rather have her feeling sick for a few days, and even deaf, than have the tumor grow back. The doctors are confidant, so I will try to be.
We only had two days at home, but it was not so traumatizing to come back in because it was scheduled. I always do better when there is a plan, and this particular plan is working out well. Now that we have been in and out so many times, we know exactly what to bring, what to expect, and how to settle in quickly. I feel so comfortable walking around the hospital, going to get coffee in my pajamas, where the cafeteria barista knows my order, the security guards know where I am going and I see nurses and hospital staff we have worked with all over. It's a very strange version of a hotel where Scarlett is the VIP and I am her manager.
If she continues to do as well as she has been, we will be discharged tomorrow evening. Then, if we are lucky, we will have two whole weeks of freedom!! Fingers crossed, knock on wood!