Tomorrow Laura will get her cast, in the meantime, she is trying the make the best of her video time. (Her siblings are, too.) I think she is ready to get up and move again.
I've been looking forward to such a blog title for a long time and here we are. Yay! I am happy that this was our outcome, grateful for all the years we've had with Steven and for the many more to come, and humbled when I think of other cancer friends who weren't so lucky. Yesterday we had the appointments. Steven didn't have a scan as normal, they just took an x-ray of his chest. They do this because they are less worried about recurrence at this point and it reduces the amount of radiation he is exposed to. So I don't know if I can officially call these scans, but his blood work was totally normal and his lungs were clear. We have every reason to hope for Steven to live a long life, cancer free. We will continue these check-ups annually until he is 19 or 20, which will be 10 years out from treatment. Hopefully we will feel as peaceful about those future check ups as we did yesterday. It was a good day. And because I don't post so often, ...
The other day I was thinking about my girls and how excited they are for Christmas. A flood of emotion swept over me as I considered the joyful holidays (and the hard ones) that Alisa and I shared together. Sometimes I watch my girls together and I am transported to my childhood and to my relationship with my little sister. We were little girls and it was the era of the Cabbage Patch dolls. Every little girl wanted one--and no one more than Alisa and I. But stores were sold out and so all the hoping guaranteed nothing. We had no hope of Santa bringing them because Dad had been quite frank with us about how the Santa thing worked. One day, a few weeks before Christmas, we made a hopeful discovery. In the closet, under the stairs, we found two Cabbage Patch-shaped boxes wrapped in one layer of white tissue paper. We could make out the words on the box. We were ecstatic. I don't know if we managed to hide the joy we had, knowing ther...
Saturday morning we got a devastating call from Rob's mom: his dad had passed away in the night. They were in California, had spent a lovely week at Disneyland with Rob's brother and his family. He hadn't complained of any health problems during the trip and had no known health problems so this came as a huge shock to all of us. His passing has brought to my mind a wealth of memories shared with him. He has been such a huge part of holidays, birthdays, vacations, home projects, and really just our life. He was a humble man with a very big heart. Steven was named after him and as a little kid, he idolized his grandpa. I hope that his biggest aspiration is to be as kind and good as his namesake. I have so many pictures of him and my kids. I keep thinking about Alisa's admonition to take more pictures. I'm glad I have as many as I do. I wish I could take more. Here are a few that tell a little about him as a grandpa. Here is one o...
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