Friday night at the hospital...

This photo is actually not from today, but from the first AC session. I still have hair, compared to where I stand now.

Gabo went to sleep at home, and I am in bed, hearing the constant churning of the IV drop bomb. The doctor adjusted the toxicity of the AC, and he hopes that I will not feel as bad as last time, this time around.

I have my fingers and my toes crossed, hoping for the best but (still kind of) expecting the worst.

We shall see...