I love it when Josh treats me like the paparazzi. I have to throw the camera up and snap a shot quickly before he hides his face. Sometimes I am not so quick.
Josh got to turn in his transfer ticket this afternoon and move to the Hem/Onc floor he knows only too well. As fate would have it we are back in the same room where we started our journey some seventy odd days ago. Weird how that happens.
My beautiful helper and companion. Who because of his larger mass cannot hide from the camera as quickly as his little brother.
See that little tiny piece of the pizza Josh has in his mouth? You know the part, that little tip that you taste to see if the pizza is hot enough to inflict third degree burns on your tongue. That is all we could get him to eat. We are still struggling to find a way to get his food intake up, he eats a little and his stomach starts to hurt. Even with a dose of Zofran he is not eating up to his normal intake. This is our next big challenge I guess.