Chemo day one has gone reasonably well. The Wife and The Boy arrived from Harrisburg at 9-ish and were in their room at 9:30. Chemo didn't start until 3, which sucked. Down part? He's got a little fever, at the 9:00 temperature check.
It was down a bit at 10. Chances are, the cause was physical activity and eating, but there's also a chance that it was the chemo reacting with the cold that he's had all week. We'll find out soon enough. I really hope that's what it is, because I don't want an extra few days at the hospital.
I did have a couple of hours alone with him today. Grandma left me alone because he was settling down for a nap. He didn't fall asleep. We played and ate and played more. He was very fun. We went for a walk around the ward, where he correctly identified the pictures of doggies hanging on the wall.
The latest thing is to go and open the little refrigerator in the room and stand there, looking at everything. It reminds us of a teenager! He doesn't necessarily want to eat anything, although he doesn't mind a taste of some stuff. He will take a taste, chew it for a little bit, then spit it out again. He did it with a cheese stick, and then later with beef salami.