Prayers...

In April, 2010, when Andrew was 2 1/2, a tumor was discovered behind his eye. The tumor was removed, but it was found to be an aggressive cancer. He endured seven months of chemo and six weeks radiation. In December of 2010, the day after his last treatment, he was rushed to the ER with an almost fatal bacterial infection. He survived.

He is now seven-years-old!! I don't visit here much, because during the ordeal, this is where I dumped everything--my rage, my fear, my sadness, my ugly, my hope, my everything. But I want all of you who supported and prayed for us to hear his updates. You helped me survive, and I am deeply thankful. Every once in awhile, I will check in to let you know how he's doing. Please continue to pray that cancer will never return to his body. Thank you.


Saturday, February 20, 2010

Oh %&@!!! continued...

Well, it was worse today.  If that is possible. Yes. More poop.  He made one mess, I went in and cleaned it.  Put him back to bed.  He made another.  This time he ruined 10 diapers and almost a whole container of wet-wipes. Perhaps he was trying to change himself and kept getting it wrong? 

Thankfully I had enought foresight to remove the lotions and potions from his changing table, otherwise, there would have been Aveeno Lavender soothing lotion and a little 2% hydrocortisone cream thrown into the mess.  I guess I need to strip his drawers completely bare of all supplies.

And did he sleep?  NO. Since when does a child poop twice in two hours?  I'm thinking maybe ducktape around the diaper?  Maybe suspenders during nap-time? I'm desperate!
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