Today was spent in clinic for a check up and chemo infusion. Justin requested McDonald’s breakfast on the way. I pictured myself buttering hot cakes on the freeway.

Sure, I can do that. I AM MOM.

Hot compresses and epsom salts failed to clear an infection on Justin’s foot. Another course of antibiotics was added to this cycle.

Dosages of Vincristine are sometimes reduced in cases of severe CIPN (chemo-induced peripheral neuropathy). I told Justin’s doctor that the time has come. He agreed. I am hoping his foot pain is somewhat eased.

Justin’s veins failed to cooperate for the first IV placement. He took two needles today, one in each hand. There was shaking and sweating and tears, but we made it through.

Justin surveyed the damage. “Now I have a mark on both hands. Just like Jesus.”

Sobering. Precious.

Tonight it is steroids and fatigue and nausea and spaghetti with meatballs. And here we go again.

A very special thank you to a friend who gave up some of his summer vacation time to come along today. Benjamin was gentle and funny and supportive and exactly whom Justin needed. God knows.

A friend is loyal at all times and a brother is born to help in time of need. Proverbs 17:17 (NLT)