We hadn't realized that chemo would last a year of every-other-week infusions.
The silver lining - because I always have to find one - is that because this is a very regular schedule, and Laston feels pretty good between treatments except for the three days of hitting a wall of fatigue, he can probably find work.
Wednesday he plans to call the unemployment people (because he applied online but he's not sure it worked). Hopefully that will help with the income bits. It really needs to, because we got the first of the medical bills. It's not huge in and of itself, but it's the first of, well, a year's worth. Eeek. Scary.
Scary like our Halloween wasn't. We were concerned that it might be too much for him, but he did just fine. Started to fade around nine, but that wasn't unreasonable, especially as the kids had gone trick-or-treating and come back already.
They made out like bandits. With the no-nuts for Abby and the no-chewy for Lizzy, I took about a third of their candy to work. And Lizzy still knocks one off the top of the bowl every time she gets one; there's that much. This may be because it was pouring and a number of our neighbors probably thought what the heck, no-one else it coming tonight; take the lot.
And the generosity we're experiencing is amazing. Even aside from the ones I've described in previous posts, there have been some lovely gestures, a few even from strangers. A friend of mine from all the way back in high school - that's over thirty years, folks - got Laston (whom he has never met) a shirt from the cancer care wish list. A friend of a parent of a friend of the family gave a GoFundMe donation out of the blue. Another friend has offered to donate what we planned to get Lizzy as a Christmas present.
No, I'm not going to tell you what that is. Sorry. But I'll give you a hint; it has to do with her absolute obsession with reading...