Ok.
Ya’ll?
LOVE YOU!
Mom is doing much better…her meds appear to be working (although the doctor’s refuse to do more tests, calling them “unneccessary” and expect her to just “know” that the clots are passing because she’ll “feel better”…MEH! I want tests!)…she is actually FEELING BETTER…and my sister drove down with three of her four daughters and [...]

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Posting may be light in the next few days as I am out of town with my mom and dad.
Friday night my mom was diagnosed with multiple pulmonary embolisms, blood clots in her legs and lungs. VEEEERY bad news.
She was recently in a pedestrian accident when a woman didn’t realize her car wasn’t in park [...]

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I had this whole post planned about the “end of treatment party” or lack thereof.
I even had it partially drafted.
Everything I needed to say about this subject is totally encapsulated in the next sentences I’m going to type:
Another friend’s child relapsed this week. A young man, eleven years out of treatment, was diagnosed with a [...]

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I’m sure you’re prepared for some sort of WOWZER! type post about the last day of clinic chemo.
I just don’t have it in me today.
It happened today, though.
Finally.
Port working on first try. Check.
Final Vincristine given safely. Check.
Peyton went happily to be anesthetized. Check.
Sort of wishing they’d anesthetized me as well. Check.
Final spinal tap administered. Check.
Final [...]

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My heart raced when Peyton and I walked into the clinic this morning.
I mean PUMPING!
Possibly worse than the first time Peter and I walked in there with her, so fragile with dread.
I had myself worked up into a good frenzy.
I would see each procedure as the last.
The last time she would be having the chemo [...]

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