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The three of us finally made it to the weekend and with that sudden arrival comes yet another aspect of Jayne's predicament.  As I've said before, he's slogging through this like a champ.  Sure he's a little bit crankier when we have to wake him up every few hours in the night to give him oral medicines, check his vitals, and weigh him, but I think you would be too.  This morning he started a new anti-fungal, which he will be taking on the weekends.  This, along with the antibiotic he's been taking, will help keep him as healthy as possible while his white cell count dwindles.

The idea with the extensive pink prophylactics reinforcing his immune system is that he can remain as much of his handsome, happy self for the next six or so months.  Right now, as I type, he is wearing an Irish bib which says "Kiss me for luck", making noises at me, and chewing on his fingers, his favorite chew toys above all else.  He's getting sleepy; it's just about time for his mid morning nap, so he's got plenty to tell us before he actually goes down for a few hours.  He hasn't changed much from two weeks ago, before this whole fiasco came to light.

He's still a curious little guy, watching everyone who enters the room, trying to figure out what they are.  He's picked up on when they come in with medicine for him or, least desirable of all, a mouth swab to clean out his mouth.  He still wants to help the nurses with his vitals, grabbing the stethoscope and following along with it,  relaxing slightly so that they can take his blood pressure, talking them through the process every step of the way.  He even slept through his eye drops being administered this morning.  The kid is a rock star, and he's staying strong, fighting the cancer one day at a time, and he's doing it for all of us.  And with all of us.