Since this was my first treatment, apparently the Dexamethasone is important to have in my system. Had it been a second, or later treatment, it wouldn't be as critical. So everything has backed off one day.
I can't believe that I forgot the darn pills; they were sitting out on the dresser. I guess I was too focused on Monday, the tenth. The day, my daughter said, I get to start fighting back. How's that for symbolism? Now this way I get to start "fighting back" on 9/11, against my very own internal terrorists.
Thanks for the visual, Amy!
Now, I think I'm gonna go back to bed for a while. I was up all night! ;-)
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