ROOOOOIDS!!!!!!!!!!!!

It's been 24 hours since his Yondelis infusion and he's doing great. No nausea, no fatigue. This is largely attributable to the Dexamethasone (I think I'm spelling this right), a steroid he'll be on throughout this process. He is wild, unpredictable and uncharacteristically macho. He does a Charles Atlas pose, points to the fake tatoo of a teddy bear on his bicep and yells, "Rrrooooids!!!!!" He's also been pretty off-the-wall. Sample question: "have you ever had to choose between death and M&Ms mom?" He finishes the steroids tomorrow a.m. and there's supposed to be a marked change in disposition that I'm to look out for. We're going to work on "If I can Dream," which he wants me to sing all hardscrabble and burnt out, like Elvis sang it. I shouldn't have too much trouble with that.