It's the end of the week I was dreading.

Mike had his port installed Tuesday. Wednesday he started chemotherapy. They gave him 2 of 3 drugs through the port while we were in the cancer center. The last one ran through a pump for 46 hours. Luckily (and I hate that word) the pump was portable and he could take it home and to work. He didn't get sick until this afternoon, although he was rundown and tired since yesterday. He slept until 5pm today.

It's going to be a long 6 months.