The last two days have been rough “er” on our Luke. He woke up yesterday to copious amounts of nausea. It improved throughout the day yesterday and he was able to keep some food down and walk 2 miles. Today has been no bueno. Any liquid or foods that went in, quickly came back up. He hasn’t been out of bed except to use the restroom. But, we know Luke. Forge ahead. No Formula 1 for us today! He was awakish enough to say hi to GG today and that is about it.

Luke continues his chemo regimen. He has concluded his Fludarabine and busulfan. Thank goodness. But, tomorrow he enters thiotepa. It is going to be another doozie. This is the chemo that is secreted through his sweat glands. He can’t have any sort of chapstick, lotion, bandage residue, regular sweat, clothing, or even his broviac dressing on him. He will have a sort of gauze top on to protect his broviac when he showers every 6 hours until Sunday at midnight. Doesn’t sound like very often initially, but it is. A lot of stuff to do, undo, and redo let alone the motivation to get out of bed and shower with chemicals while you feel like he does. FUCK CANCER! He showers with hydrogen peroxide. Otherwise, the secreted chemo will burn his skin severely. I have been yelling “PITS, BALLS, CRACK,” at my boys since they started bathing on their own. The next 2 days is some serious pits, balls, and crack. Boy mom. The following email I sent to Luke’s transplant doctor this evening.