I was starting to feel invincible. We haven't been admitted to the hospital for 6 months and there have been no surprise visits to the clinic. And then this morning, we woke up and Ev was hot, clammy and listless. As I sat on the kitchen floor with him (not sure how we ended up there), I was reminded more fully the battle we are fighting. And, reminded of how he looked when we first took him to Riley.
Now that it has been almost a year, we've had so many days that have been more than just tolerable they've been enjoyable. Since Christmas life has not had any emergencies, those moments when you would run out of your house with your baby in arms to get him/her whats needed...all the while not noticing that you aren't dressed or forgot to put on shoes. Moments when friends have to remind you to eat or shower.
There are always ups and downs in life, but the ups and downs of cancer attack the soul.
But, regardless as to how Ev woke up this morning, he is currently playing in the tub as if none of it happened. He seems to be ok and he is singing "Let it Go" at the top of his lungs. And, again my heart bleeds...but for the joy rather than the onslaught of pain.
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