Pictures from Today

Ray's hair is coming out like it does when I brush Mocha with her long fur.  Really.  There were some bald patches that were evident when he had bed head this morning, but only a couple behind his ears were really noticeable once he showered and combed his hair.  Still, it's coming out, and I'm wondering if tomorrow we won't pull out that electric razor.  Pictures coming should that arise.  [It's so weird to be so grateful for chemo's ability to help Ray's body, and also loathe chemo so much].

He had his steroid fill today which means that his body is jacked up before the crash.  He hasn't slept the night after chemo yet, but I made him get some Tylenol PM in his system back at 7:00, and am hoping that if he can get another dose in, he'll be able to sleep through the night (when the real exhaustion will start to kick in).  But, if he posts after this, it'll probably be at 3 am when he's wide awake *sigh*.  At least the man knows how to be productive in his insomnia.  *laughs*  

Here are a couple of pictures of Ray from today's chemo treatment.  (They were taken with my little camera in my phone; that's why there are so blurry and cloudy).  Note the FOUR bags of chemicals going into his body.  

In other news, we did discover that post chemo we have a five week waiting period before the surgeon goes in to take a look at his insides and see what difference the chemo made.  Then an addition two weeks later, we'll have the surgery.  Having surgery seven weeks after chemo was not what we had anticipated, but we're rolling with the punches.

Meanwhile, there is also something suspicious and a bit alarming in Ray's pathology report that Johns Hopkins faxed him.  We are hoping to hear from the surgeon directly in the near future to get an actual reading on the report, and understand the implications, etc.  I feel a bit anxious with all the changes and Ray's various side effects appearing.  He has such a strong steady view that God's will will be done, and therefore we just wait to see how the story unfolds and develops.  And while I can accept whatever comes, most ardently and deeply I want the man I love to be in my life for as long as possible.  So fear (which I can hear Bill Gerrol telling me 'is from Satan') is wrapping it's little sticker-bush hooks into me ever-so-slightly.  *sigh*  End of confession.  More tomorrow.  *love* Kelli