Holding my breath�

2004-03-16

I didn�t realize that I was holding my breath. Dad had the big blast today. I spoke to him a few minutes ago and right afterwards felt like the first time in days I�ve been able to take a deep breath. I was afraid that this would be bad. He was given anti-nausea stuff, but with such a strong dose I was afraid it wouldn�t be enough. And chemo nausea is hell in the form of endless retching.

But Dad spoke of his dinner with enthusiasm. And then told me how he was setting up his temporary e-mail account. Medicine has come far in the last 15 years, and I�m greatly pleased to hear it.

I told him that I would visit him tomorrow. Now I have to, at least in my own mind.

I�m so glad to hear him sound well.

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