Yesterday was Preachers 14th round of chemo. It was vincristine day. That is our favorite drug. He typically doesn't miss a beat after that one. He's eating great, was playing chase with me this morning, wagging his nub like mad when Tom came home from work today - love it.
Only three more treatments. Wow. I can't believe it. This is gonna sound really weird, but I am a little afraid of finishing the chemo. We haven't talked to the oncologist, but I imagine that he will go back in fairly regularly for check ups - I'm scared that I am going to be a nervous wreck worrying about him coming out of remission. I know that's silly. I am going to try very hard NOT to do that. My plan is to continue just like we have - one day at a time, enjoying every minute of every day, and being grateful for all of the time we have with our handsome boy - and all of them for that matter.