Squeaky Clean

The first of the two chemotherapies that Michael must have has been the most interesting so far. He received it Saturday and Sunday, and he seemed to tolerate it rather well. He was only sick a few times and spent the rest of the time resting, playing games, doing his homework, and watching the Cardinals' games.

This chemo has some strange side effects, though. It leaches through the skin. They anticipated that it would give Michael a nice tan, but unless it has yet to be seen . . . He must be related to his mother and is genetically unable to look any darker than Snow White. He is required to clean his skin every six hours. Every time the clock reaches the hour of 6 or 12, he must stop everything (including sleep--not his idea of fun) and shower WELL. This requires a complete change of clothing and all bed linens. The showering will continue for a while, but this chemotherapy is done. Never has a junior high-aged boy smelled so clean!

One more chemotherapy to go, and then it's on to the bone marrow transplant.