We are home this afternoon. After the 9th dose (7 was the goal) I had a pretty bad fever with hard to control chills and my white blood count dropped. There also might have been a bit of confusion (we have stayed at some pretty nice hotels in Vegas;). They called it quits.
I came home to a house full of flowers and cards and anonymous, generous gifts. Our lawn had been mowed by the home teachers. My porch was stuffed with annuals for the flower beds from my neighbors and family. Everyone has taken such good care of my things and my little people. I feel slightly scolded that I ever even worry.
Today I have been considering the lilies of the field; "how they grow..Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself." (Matthew 6). God knows how to take care of us. And he will. I felt it today (with labored breaths and slogging steps).
Here is a before and after picture. I have 20 pounds of water to pee and sweat off in the next few days.
We noticed at least one of the tumors melted this week. It was one on my shoulder that I didn't like. Take that. When all this water comes off I will see where we stand a little clearer. The other tumors that the IL-2 attacked have needed both weeks of therapy to disappear. So all things considered, we are pretty happy with how things went down this round.