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.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Talkative Transitional Object

I should have been paying better attention.  It is my fault really.  When he first picked up Dora and she sang that song, I should have put her right back on the shelf. "Best friends forever you and me, buenos amigos, blah blah blah blah, Let's explore the whole day through, I can't wait to play with you...." Yes, that is when I should have acted. 

But he loved her from that moment. Hugging her to his chest, he could hardly wait to free her from the cardboard box and thirty plastic ties.  So I bought her.

And now EVERYWHERE Andrew goes, she goes.  Everywhere Andrew goes, she sings.  Everywhere we go, people hate us.  There is no on/off switch.  I looked.  I searched.

But Andrew loves her, and she loves him (or so she says).  So that is the most important thing.  Right?

 Maybe one day he will take her in the bathtub with him and she will suddenly lose her voice.  One can hope.


  1. You can always bump Andrew to get him to spill sticky juice on her, then you'll have to wash her.... you see where I'm going with this? Even Dora cannot survive the washing machine! ;)

  2. But she is so cute!! Too bad you can't record her voice and have it play on here so we can all share in your misery...perhaps he will grow tired of know how boys are.

  3. What cute kiddos. Hopped over from Suzannes Blog!


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