we had a good day..a day that much encouragement was felt. it was almost like nothing bad was going to happen...it was hard to watch the lumbar puncture when they couldn't get in right away like they always usually can..i have an 'extra empathy' gene as it is...now it is late at night and the chemo is going. he finally falls asleep. he's not feeling well. i see the toxic drugs, three of them dripping into his veins. i know they are saving his life and yet causing so much damage..my heart aches for what's ahead..i don't want his head to feel hot and full as the liquid coarses through his blood attacking indiscriminately, slicing, steaming ahead..i will go to sleep now so i can wake him up every two hours so his kidneys stay clear...i will pray that there will be no vomiting and i will thank the Lord for His healing hand..