I just published 6 comments on Amanda's blog. She's not really up to browsing the webs at the moment.
Amanda's chemo ended unceremoniously on Saturday. She'd felt great through Friday afternoon, with the exception of a mild intermittent cough.
Saturday, she felt crummy. She had a fever of about 101 and just felt puny. I took Alastair to see her in the morning, and she looked terrified when he coughed (he's been struggling with allergies at Casa Amos). We left, and I talked to her a couple of times throughout the day, culminating in our Date Night. At some point during the day, the good doctors came and performed a chest X-ray and took blood to see if antibiotics were necessary.
Our date consisted of watching an episode of Battlestar Galactica (we're half-way through Season 2) and me watching her sleep. She just had no energy at all.
Sunday we didn't see her at all, but apparently her fever broke in the night.
Today the fever is back, and she's on antibiotics. She's reading, resting, and trying like crazy to avoid my mother, who's been persistent in nagging us to death. If you Pajibans want to fire up the MT, I've got the ideal target. Mom likes to make every problem relate to her absurd life, comparing Amanda's leukemia to her divorce from my father over 30 years ago--a divorce that she lies about at every opportunity.
Enough about Wacko-Mom: keep the love flowing with all the positive vibes you can muster. Amanda's in the "side-effect" stage of things now, and she'll feel like absolute crap for about 2 weeks.