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We went over to Lance's dad's last night before Chris's birthday dinner. Wednesdays are a good day to visit since it's the day before his chemo treatment and when he feels the best. He talked a little about it last night saying that it gets worse with every treatment. He sleeps for a full 24 hours right after the chemo and feels sick to his stomach for days afterwards...when he finally starts feeling better it's time for another round. He says he hopes it's worth it, that they don't even know if it's helping till the seven weeks are completed. He has a treatment today and then two more. When Lance told me seven weeks, I thought he meant seven MORE weeks. I'm glad there are only three left. I wonder if he will continue with more if they say it's helping...doesn't seem like a good way to live even if it does prolong his life. It's so sad. I wish there was something we could do.....