The hiccups that were a minor concern earlier last night have become a major quality of life issue this morning. Richie can't sleep, I can't sleep because of the worry, and apparently the worst is yet to come. These uneventful days are only precursors to what will happen when his white blood cell count "hits the nadir point." That's expected in 3-5 days.
I guess I should say "bring 'em on" because the sooner he gets through the worst of this, the sooner he can start regaining his strength. Still, it's rough on the both of us.
