Posted by Steph in
Chemo Round 5, Family, Home during Treatment, on Tuesday, February 20. 2007 at
Asher wanted to make French Toast this morning, so he helped get the ingredients out and he always sprinkles the cinnamon. For lunch he had a turkey and cheese sandwhich. He's doing some of the old things he loved to do at home....one of which is make a huge mess of his toys, and the other, take all the pillows off the couch to make a fort. I know he's feeling better now.
Aubree has been throwing up since 7 am this morning. She has thrown up 4 times (as of 2pm). She can't keep anything down. Now I am beginning to think Asher and Scott did get a bug at the hospital and brought it home because Scott didn't feel well this weekend, same as Asher. So, I guess I'm just waiting for Alexa to get sick now. Not sure how to juggle everybody being sick and get Asher to his appointments. I'm actually coughing and blowing my nose more now than I was 5 days ago. Will have to figure it out I suppose.
Posted by Steph in
Chemo Round 5, Home during Treatment, on Tuesday, February 20. 2007 at
It was a pretty good day. Asher was a bit moody, but not too terribly moody. He laughed more today and smiled more today, so that was nice to see. He ate more too....including, macoroni and cheese with hotdogs for breakfast at 8:30am (yes, he gets whatever he asks for as far as food no matter what hour or what meal it is), cheese, ham, french fries, and apple for lunch (that's a meal by Scott), ravioli for dinner and a few snacks in between, including a blue sucker and Ritz crackers. We're thankful for no vomitting and no diahrea today (and that was without zofran). He didn't complain of any pain either (and that was without oxycodone). His nose is still running. It was quite chilly today (compared to Saturday) and it was a financial holiday so Scott was off of work. So, I got outside this morning and got some of the yard work done in the front yard (I wore a hooded sweatshirt the whole time I was out there which tells you how chilly it was). Asher was a bit disappointed he couldn't go outside to play today because it rained all afternoon and night.
I knew this would take a couple of days; Asher has finally crashed and taken a nap! He fell asleep at 5pm, the moment we left the driveway to go for a car ride, and slept till 7:30pm, on Scott's couch in his den. He fought going to bed last night again and was up, I think, past midnight. It was only a matter of time before his body told him he HAD to sleep! Course, now he is still up but I can tell he's ready to go to bed for the night (10:40pm).
Posted by Steph in
Chemo Round 5, Quotes / Inspiration, on Tuesday, February 20. 2007 at
The Strength of an Egg by Juliet Freitag
Parents of children with cancer, or really any serious condition, are often referred to or viewed as having strength "like a rock". Albeit flattering, it isn't quite true. It is more like the strength of an egg. An egg, you ask? Yes, an egg. If you think about an egg, you will see the point I make.
An egg has a polished smooth outer appearance with no cracks or weak spots visible. It seems almost inconceivable that the inside might not be as smooth and solid as the outside. Most children, at some point in their lifetime, are shown the famous egg trick. An egg set at just the right angle can withstand enormous amounts of pressure and cannot be cracked or broken. Yet the same egg, tapped gently at an even slightly different angle will break . The contents, once so neatly concealed inside, will come spilling out, and the no longer perfect shell will be crushed. Then the shell looks so fragile that it seems inconceivable that it ever held any strength.
That is where parents of children with cancer (or other serious conditions) are more like eggs than rocks. A rock is solid all the way through. If you tried to break a rock, it would be almost impossible. If successful, one would find that there was nothing inside but more rock. It takes a lot more than pure hardness to hold the hand of hope. These parents are not solid all the way through. They hurt, they fear, they cry, they hope. It takes a very careful balancing act to keep the shell from being shattered.
Balancing an egg while running a household, going for doctor visits and hospital stays, keeping the family together, and holding on to the constantly unraveling ties of your sanity can be very tricky indeed. Occasionally, the angle will be off and the shell will break, shattering hope and the neatly secured appearances of a truly fragile existence. Unlike Humpty Dumpty though, parents of kids with cancer (or other serious conditions) will pick themselves up and put themselves back together again.