Noah turns 2 today!

The little boy is officially two years old. I've been sad that I can't celebrate with him right now. We got a cake and balloons (his present is Yo Gabba Gabba Live next weekend when I'll hopefully feel better) and meant to throw a small 'party' last night when we still had the girls- but it just didn't happen.

The mouth pain is enormous and I called and headed up to the cancer center yet another Monday following chemotherapy. They took another look and I have sores, bleeding, thrush and rawness from my tongue, gums and jaws back to my throat. The medicine they put me on two weeks ago must have done nothing.

I told them, again, that I can't eat or drink like this- much less sleep at night with the pain. They took me off the pill I'm on and prescribed Nystatin. I have to swish and gargle as long as humanly possible, then I swallow the junk.

The lidocaine they had me on earlier only lasts for 20 minutes; just enough time to force down a meal. It isn't meant to correct the problem or get to the root of the issue. The Diflucan I've been on for two weeks simply did not work so we're now worse off than we were two weeks ago.

Hopefully I have the right script now, and it will do its job. More positive posts to come, I promise. :) Looking forward to the 'good' days returning, hopefully right around the corner!