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.



Tuesday, August 3, 2010

The Alamo, Ice Cream, and Vomit, Oh My

Three weeks down, four to go.

First things First:  More thank you's for the newest additions to Andrew's hat collection!!  These packages are truly brightening our weeks.  Thank you all so much.

Ontario, Canada:
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Massachussetts:

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and Australia!!
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and Grandma found this cute one to go with one of Andrew's favorite songs:
"Leaving on a Jet Plane Don't know when I'll be back again Oh Babe I Hate to Go." Yes, that is the whole title, didn't you know?  That is how Andrew says it, each time. 

He has eclectic taste, what can I say?  John Denver, Judas Priest and John Newton (of "Amazing Grace" fame).


We made it through six days of chemo and radiation.  Phew.  Six days of being attached to tubes, which were attached to a backpack, which made him continuously pee a nasty smelling chemical from his body.  So lovely to be done with that, once again.

So we celebrated with a trip to San Antonio, TX. About a three hour drive from Houston.  Visited "The Alamo" and of course had to buy "coonskin" hats.  Andrew refused to wear his.  Perhaps he has a future volunteer aspirations with PETA.

Aaron looks a little too comfortable with that popgun, don't you think?


And on the very hot, sticky, yet fun, ride down the river of the San Antonio Riverwalk, Sammy made sure to check if everything on the boat was appropriately glued or nailed down.  Of course, he found a few things that were not, and played with them throughout the entire trip...take this large piece of metal for instance...



Here we all are at The Alamo.  The boys sang "Davy, Davy Crockett, King of the wild frontier" the entire time. 



And we ate Ice Cream.  Lots of it. 


And just in case you were wondering...


If you throw up immediately after eating a double scoop of bright blue, yellow, and red ice cream, your vomit (which will inevitably land on your brother's leg and drip down onto his socks before landing in a huge puddle in front of the store entry way) will be bright purple. A lesson in color mixing


Here is one more look at those lovely teeth.  Scary aren't they? 


Have a wonderful Tuesday.  Eat some ice cream.  Just not too much.

:)





5 comments:

  1. Good to know on the vomit front :)
    Look at all those hats!!!!! What a sweetheart!

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  2. Looks like a fun trip to the Alamo!

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  3. At least the vomit was a learning experience! I guess there is a bright side to almost anything. ;-)

    Loving all of the hats! I am glad you are able to find joy through this journey. xxoo

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  4. Yikes on the purple puke fest! Oh well, hope he enjoyed it going down at least. ;) Good to see you all having a little fun. And the hat collection is wonderful!

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  5. I bet Davy Crockett threw up purple ice cream the first time he had too much, too. Love your little frontiersmen. =>

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