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.
You may already know that the American Cancer Society is the "Official Sponsor of Birthdays." This week, as we celebrated Steven's 16th birthday, I couldn't help but remember a time six years ago during his treatments when I wondered if he'd ever make it to this age. Along with the birthday celebrations this week, Steven also had his annual check up. Scans are over, and now the docs just do a chest x-ray and some blood work. Everything looked great--he is the picture of health. A perfect birthday present, but more than that, it feels like another year and most likely a whole life. Is there a better gift? As we get a little farther out from the experience, I find myself with answers that I couldn't have when we were in the trenches. The puzzle is only sort of coming together, but this week it felt more clear than ever. Here are some of the pieces: Steven's pediatrician is retiring. As we received the invitation to his retirement...
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, ...
It is hard to believe it's been two years since we lost Alisa. Every May sunrise and flower seems to scream her name to me. I miss her more than I can express. Last year, about this time, my sister, Anne, was hard at work going through Alisa's things to help Josh get his house ready to sell. She found a rough note Alisa had started for Steven on the day he finished treatment. I don't know if she meant to do a blog post or write him a letter--we never saw a finished version. But to have this come in the mail, felt like a message from heaven. Steven gave me permission to share it with you. Dear Steven, Today you rang the bell. Day of freedom. Today I cry because I am so proud of you. You have been so strong. People ask us, "how could you do that?! I don't know if I could have done that!" You are amazing and yes we are. But....what we know, they don't. They are amazing, everyone has the spirit of survivor in them and ...
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