Envision balloons and confetti falling and party horns blowing. Yes, it is time to celebrate. We are at day +2000. That means is has been 2000 days since his stem cell transplant. Wow! Praise God! I remember thinking that the 100 days of confinement would be pure torture and they flew by and look at us now!
Oh, and happy fall too!
Taylor went back to school today feeling fine. He made up his spelling test I know, but I am not sure if he did reading or not. He said they had a fun day and he was glad to be back. He forgot his reader again today. He had been doing real good, so that is a plus. We did have to go back and get it, but that we because he got upset that he lost it. He was so sure that he put it in his back pack, but it was not there. He had his library book, so I thought maybe he got that instead, but he was so sure he had it and it fell out. Well, I know that these are brand new books and it Mr. J would have us both if it were lost, so we went back to the school to be on the safe side. Just as I figured, it was in his desk safe and sound, but better safe than sorry. We ran into Mrs. Harmon (his 1st grade teacher) who suggested a reminder note on his folder, so we will try that.
We came home and did spelling words in which he seems to get this week. He struggled with whiskers, wish and and patch, but otherwise did great. It is so nice outside that I told him to go outside and we wold read later, out the went. I called them in at 5:45 to eat dinner. We had fish sticks, but I told them it was chicken. I was not sure how that was going to go over. We sat down and Taylor took a bite and said, “what is this?” I told him chicken. He says, “it tastes like catfish.” I don’t know where he came up with that because he has never eaten fish. I thought he was about to tell me it was gross, but instead he said, “this is yummy cat fish chicken” and ate every bite. Both boys ate in a matter of minutes in order to get back outside. They stayed outside until about 6:45. They came in and got in the bath tub. While in the tub Taylor kept looking at his belly real funny. When he got out of the tub he just doubled over in pain and was crying that it hurt right on his tumor scar. Hold up, stop the car, what the crap!!!! I was a nervous wreck! I rubbed his belly and felt around (like I knew what I was feeling!) and he screamed and cried. I tried to ignore it and we went on and did his reading. He would be reading and just start to cry. I was on pins and needles. Finally, we finished the reading and he said it still hurt, but it hurt a little higher up now. So, we were thinking it was gas. He couldn’t toot, so I told him to lay on his belly and I would pat him like a baby. I beat on him like a drum, I rolled him around, I massaged him, anything to keep him laughing and hopefully move the bubble. All of a sudden he burps this un human burp that came from his toes and then he looks at me (note I am flushed, tearful, having a mini heart attack and 59 gray hairs have sprouted) and says, “I’m good now!” and off he RUNS down the hall to play. As much as I would have liked to strangle him at that point, I was just so glad that we had a simple fix. I have said it before and I will say it again, cancer kids should not get the normal aches and pains and illnesses. It is just too much for me!
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