The first picture is start of chemo.  He was feeling great and holding his new sloth. The second picture, chemo was almost done and he was weak. 

When I was packing our things into storage, I wish I had left his wheelchair out. We could have used it today getting in from the parking ramp to our apartment. Now we are home and he is sleeping.

 It is hard to see him doing so well and see chemo knock him down. Praying it is also knocking out the cancer!