Right now he's taking antibiotics, prescribed this morning, for a wee fever. Well it was wee for a few days, but then became less so last night, hence the antibiotics. We were relieved to talk to the nurse and get meds so we could stop playing the how-many-times-can-Raku-take-Leo's-temperature game. I must have gotten up to 30 measures/day, hoping that his fever would be crushed under the weight of my awesome neurosis. Of course it wasn't, but we have high hopes that actual science will do the trick.
Last Monday Leo also had a pulmonary function test because he's been feeling winded. That test was intense: He sat in a small glass box, frantically blowing into a tube as the technician hollered commands at him. Leo was wonderfully stoic, but I almost passed out deep breathing in encouragement. He later asked me why I was making weird animal noises. The test results seemed fine, probably thanks to my Lamaze coaching.
This Thursday is chemo treatment 9 of 12. Three-quarters through, baby.

