Tomorrow Ev and I will go to Riley for an echo and more chemo. I'm so glad to be in this last intensive phase, but I am also a wreck as usual. As this day has approached my anxiety and stress levels have grown. I have to think constructively, rather than allow myself to break every dish and scare my children to death. I always want to break something, so I am starting to feel good that most of the house is intact and my children do not fear me. (Thankfully, I've found other ways to reduce stress. A blessing for me and my boys.)
Everett is doing well. He has rosy cheeks (without a fever) and is healing quickly after incurring all his bumps and bruises from being a super hero toddler. We've had a nice two-week break from being at the hospital and even though tomorrow will be a long day, it will be great to come back home when it's done.
If you were to see Ev right now, he seems perfectly healthy. This gives me such hope as my mind drifts toward the years ahead...wondering if there will ever be a relapse. I also find promise in his attitude and strength. He is such a fighter...internally and externally. We have to make sure that he doesn't use moves on his older brother. Ev can attack, and when he thinks he is Hulk or Captain America, look out!
So, for the next two months we will be in and out of Riley a lot. He will have at least 2 spinal taps, 24 shots, and at least 7 different chemo drugs. There will probably be a few delays sprinkled in there too.
I am so very grateful that our families are coming our way to see us this Christmas. We don't know how the holidays will shake out, but they will be here and that will make it merry for sure.
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