It's a little after 9:00 p.m. here at Providence, and I'm spending the night here so Cheryl and I can (hopefully) get out of here a little early tomorrow. It doesn't look like Cheryl's going to be getting the last IL-2 dose as she's been given two boluses and is getting a third as her blood pressure has been stuck at 74/39 for the past hour or two, and that's too low. Still, 12 for 14 is pretty good in the greater scheme of things.
Cheryl's still a little loopy/sleepy/knocked on her ass, not so much from the IL-2 treatments but the various drugs they're giving her to combat the side effects. Dilantin, Demerol, Benadryl...all sorts of stuff that's going to keep you pretty non-responsive to the rest of the world.
Nonetheless, Cheryl's been a real trooper through all of this and I'm very proud of her. I wish I could be more useful than just refilling her water bottle. Every little bit helps, I know, but it's still damn frustrating.
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