Okay, so this first round of chemo is going very well...
I suppose I should knock on wood.
But considering that the night before we came to the hospital I woke up every half an hour due to anxiety, I am feeling relieved.
I am happy to report that Andrew is sitting here singing the lyrics to Judas Priest's "Breaking the Law" just like he did before he started chemo (I blame his Dad).
He is still walking around (followed by me and his series of bags and poles) pretending to be a dinosaur and growling at doctors.
He is taking his aggression out on his blood pressure cuff, by hitting it periodically.
He hides his footband under his pants so he doesn't have to look at it.
Toddler form of denial I suppose.
Everywhere we go, he tells people that he's "gonna get that monster."
He is trying to convince himself that the doctors and nurses are the good guys...
but he's a little confused about their "caring" methods.
He still seems to have an appetite. He ate his peanut butter and jelly sandwich and several gummy hamburgers (compliments of grandma).
Meanwhile, John and I are growing accustomed to living in a 8x10 rectangle, separated from another family by rainbow colored curtains decorated with suns and circles.
John has taken up a new hobby of drawing cartoon characters with dry-erase markers on the hospital white board.
I am slowly coming out of my shock-induced coma.
It is strange to look out the window and see cars on the highway, going back and forth between home and work, living their normal lives.
Breathing a sigh of relief..for today.
Tomorrow night we go home again.
Hooray for home!
Hooray for home!