Interim Maintenance II - Day 21

I know you're all on the edges of your seats waiting for a new post from me... And I'm guessing this post isn't the one you're looking for, am I right? Well before I can post about the ridiculously amazing walk we had with CureSearch over the weekend, you are going to have to sit through yet another post about a day at the hospital.

Josh was out of town all last week which meant I was in charge all of the time. Okay, so I'm always in charge all of the time but sometimes Josh thinks he's in charge when he's home and since I'm so good at being in charge I let him think that. Haha! I really shouldn't post late at night. Anyway, JP had labs drawn and his ANC was at 1.3 which meant he was plenty healthy for increased chemo. I always have mixed feelings when he makes counts. On the one hand, SUPER! let's get this show on the road and get one more treatment behind us, but on the other hand I almost always know when he's going to make counts because he's acting so great and happy, almost like a normal kid without cancer, and I don't want to take him in because I know he's not going to feel as awesome anymore. He acts pretty great most of the time, but I can tell a difference between him feeling "fine" and him feeling "great" if that makes sense. Other cancer moms probably know what I mean. Anyway, Day 21 fell on a day when Josh was in Philadelphia and there was literally no way he could come to treatment with us. It was the first time it was just the two of us and I was nervous! Josh usually holds JP while he gets his port accessed and, well you know how my boys are, they are like two peas in a pod and Daddy can always make anything better so I was worried that it might be a rough day for JP to not have his best bud with him. I think I was also selfishly wondering if I would be ok without Josh - he is able to be logical for me while I go off and am emotional about things and if something wasn't right or the doctors needed to have a serious conversation with me I would have been a complete mess without him. Turns out none of the above happened and JP and I were able to make it through our day pulling silly faces at each other, painting on aluminum foil, playing with Cars cars and visiting Superman and Spiderman. Phew!

The only bummer is that on Friday morning JP threw up. For the first time, might I add, since starting this awful journey. This amazing kid acts like nothing abnormal goes on in his life and that chemo ain't no thang. He honestly has never thrown up until this treatment. He is truly an amazing kiddo and we are so blessed to call him ours.