I would categorize your description of where he is as "normal" for the path, and for most it gets worse, right up through the end of the first month AFTER treatment. It does get better, but for most of us, it seems to take forever and a day. Towards the part when the end of treatments was in sight, that is when I was the most depressed, the angriest about life and my situation, and even suicidal, and wanting to quit everything, to show you what a pussy I was. (There are much older women that have posted on these boards that didn't whine half as much as me.)

We all talk so much about the warrior's attitude and mental state as being part of getting through it. I can tell you that these treatments brought me to my knees emotionally and physically. I never thought that I would be here today more than a decade out from treatments.

It will test him and you like nothing you have ever been through. But there are no options. It will get worse, he (with significant support from you) will get worse before he gets better, but better will come, measured in weeks not days. You have to trust that he will get better, and that this will pass. You need to be part of his strength. Every pause in the treatments, lets the cancer catch up to the treatment again.

I just wanted to be drugged into oblivion from the pain, and the side effects. Luckily he will want to sleep more as this goes further, and in some ways that is a blessing. And yes to the looking like warmed over death. Just remember that looks are not reality. The only way out, is straight through to the end, no matter how difficult. That's pretty blunt, but it does no good to tell you that he will be different than the majority that have passed through here. Better prepared, with heels dug in, in my mind.