Amos only had one bishop interview/appointment last night. His counselor noticed he wasn’t doing well and cancelled his others and sent him home.
I was up late last night doing some website work. I came to bed around 1am and heard Amos’s thin voice saying “Help, help me!” from the hallway. On chemo days, he loses his voice and can’t yell very loud. I’m not sure how long he had been calling me but I felt so bad. His legs had cramped, he was in terrible pain and he couldn’t move even to reach his phone. He was in a panic for me to get the Milkweed/Dr. Hoy’s/Tiger Balms for his legs. He says they all work the same so it didn’t matter which one. I massaged his legs with balm until he could move them and go back to sleep.
Yesterday was a really hard day because of a pounding headache during chemo. He almost threw up when we were getting in the car to leave the hospital and I expected him to be worse this morning.
I’m not sure where the motivation came from, but Amos was super cheerful and fun this morning.
He laughed and played with the girls before school. I actually asked him if he was on drugs because he had an abnormal amount of pep and energy. I’m so grateful he is doing better so he can enjoy today before his side effects from chemo kick in tomorrow. I have a suspicion that he isn’t really feeling better. It seems that he might be trying to use positive thinking to combat his physical distress.