The Hardest Battle Yet

We knew this phase of Alex's treatment was going to be rough - but I didn't fully understand how rough it would be on our sweet boy.

On May 28th, Alex went in for his next round of Chemo consisting of Vincristine and Doxorubicine. His counts were down from 8,100 to just 1,400 - IN ONE WEEK. These drugs are powerful - and brutal. Then, add the steroids to the mix, and we had a *very* hungry boy, who didn't want to eat since it made him nauseous. What a horrible feeling.

He has wanted a lot of Mommy Time and Daddy Time during this phase. I'm glad we can provide comfort with just a hug, and snuggle and a kiss. It's all we have right now.

On Wednesday, June 3rd, Alex and Eric headed back up to the clinic for just a blood count, so we had a baseline before we headed to Salt Lake City for my sister's wedding. His counts were down to 600 - less than half of what they were just 6 days earlier. But, high enough to go. He didn't have Chemo that week - just the steroids.

Since being here in Salt Lake, Alex's energy has just plummeted. He went from tired, but excited about the trip, to not even wanting to leave the hotel room, and asking for naps. It is breaking our hearts.

Alex is also shedding his hair - the Chemo is doing it's job - and this is only temporary...right? Right? RIGHT? Please, just let this be temporary...