Adam is coming up to start round 3 of chemo soon. It was supposed to be last Friday but there was a miscommunication, which after it was cleared up the second date would have been tomorrow. However, his white blood cell count is still low enough that his doctor wants us to start on Friday instead. Barring infection or other obstacle, of course.
This is the one I've been dreading, so I'm happy for the reprieve, again. But you can only gear yourself up mentally and emotionally for something like this so many times...
I know the timing has always worked out before, and it's certainly no coincidence that the day Adam is now to start is the boys' last day of school for two weeks. The October holidays used to be the bane of my existence, this year it's a welcome space into which we can retreat and deal quietly at home with whatever is coming.
Bring on Friday.