Hmmm, so either they forgot to actually give C the chemo, or his meds work incredibly well, or somebody swapped my husband because they gave him chemo on Friday and it's now Sunday night and he's acting strangely normal.

There is no sickness, sleeping, pain, or anything. In fact, he even took K with him to the grocery store to pick up groceries this afternoon (and no, I didn't ask him to do that!). I'm still waiting for the other shoe to drop so we'll see how long this lasts.

In the meantime, *It's the Final Countdown* (remember that long-haired rock band from the 80's). 4 days to go.