Breakfast this morning was so good and he ate so well. The steroids are really starting to pick up his appetite. They warned us that by the end of this first month he is going to be eating us out of house and home. He seemed to be doing really good until we tried to give him his steroid. As soon as he tried, he got sick. They gave him some medicine for the nausea. We didn’t know if he was sick from the chemo or from the act of having to take the steroid. He gets himself really worked up because he doesn’t like to take it, and we thought maybe that was it… It wasn’t until later in the day when he got sick out of nowhere that we knew that it must have been the chemo. Poor little guy… he has no idea what is going on with him and why he is so sick.
The Physical Therapist was back today and her and I held Owen’s hands and we walked the whole way down the hall so that we could look at the Christmas tree. I was so proud of him. You could tell that half way down the hall he was really struggling. He was really pulling our arms down and he sounded almost slightly out of breath. I just can’t believe how quickly his little body loses all of that energy. The PT said that with little ones, atrophy in the muscles sets in so much quicker.
by evanshou