Time to fight.

We've had people say in the past two weeks that Josh can beat this.  Josh is a strong fighter.  We've heard people say that you have to fight cancer.  Honestly, until last night, it didn't seem like much of a fight.  It was more like waiting with the unknown in the pit of your stomach.  Last night we started the "fight" part.

Josh had a great couple of days.  He was finding that if he fought sleep off in the day that the nights went better and his mood and energy improved.  He even was able to go the Portland Trail Blazer's game last night with his brother.  He was slow in all he did.  But he was doing it.

Yesterday our "magic pill" arrived.  We had to have it shipped overnight from Seattle.  There are certain fasting restrictions when taking the medication.  Josh was scheduled to take his first dose (300mg) at 7:30pm last night.  He actually took them at the basketball game.

He came home feeling tired but ok.  No side effects.  We went to bed.  Josh woke me up at about 1am.  He wasn't feeling well.  His stomach was unsettled and he had massive heartburn.  He took some water and really just tossed and turned all night.  Symtoms got worse and nausea hit pretty hard in the morning.  Josh started throwing up so hard this morning that he also gave himself a bloody nose.  He took his morning dose of Tasigna and continued to decline.   I've been in talks with the doctor and nurses all day today.  Eventually it was decided that he not take tonight's dose of medication and let his body recover.  We are asked to push fluids and try to keep some food down.  He was also prescribed Zofran (my favorite anti-nausea pill while I am pregnant) and prilosec.   He is feeling a little better now but still in bed trying to sleep.  In the morning we are to call the Dr. and report on how the night went.  If all was better we will continue Tasigna, if not we are to go in for fluids and exams.  Right now we are all praying that his body FIGHTS and that it kills all those danged leukemia cells.