Theofanis woke up on Sunday morning with both his parents by his side. His chemo started first thing in the morning with Cyclophosphamide and Mesna. All three anti-nausea medicines were being given to him round the clock, but the vomitting continued. "Why is this happening?" he would ask. Focusing on the moment, Eleni and Kosta told him, "to get the yuckies out," and used every distraction to avoid the broader question that today cannot and may never be answered.
Theofanis spent the day in bed, dozing in and out of sleep. Not even a Bears victory kept his attention. He FaceTimed with his sisters again that evening, but the video chat was short. He simply was not feeling good at all.
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