And, I finally have my computer back! I was almost lost at first. I left my charger at home. So, there I was, with just my chubby fingers and a smart phone to do updates, and I couldn’t get it to work very easily or well with the blog. I rarely get to watch or want to watch television, but there were a couple
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Eli has had a rough time, still, and we believe it is due to the chemo. Uncertain at first (and only cautiously convinced now), because nausea and fatigue were the two main symptoms when he first presented (looking back, we realize this), so naturally I started frantically throwing up my arms
|I hate video games, in fact they have been the bane of my marriage, but they|
are the only thing that all four can do together.
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So, as I mentioned, we saw the oncologist, which is the same oncologist that we were assigned to when we were part of the NOAH, Dr. Zaky. We really liked him. He seems very kind, and interested in exploring anything we bring up. So, we will see him each week now. When we were home for a week, we had blood work done at the St. Jude clinic and sent back to Memorial Hermann in order for the second cycle to begin. And, I think I said in the last post that it was all really good, even his thyroid was normal although I had not been giving him his hormone meds. That was two weeks ago. His blood work this week is also really good, but his hemoglobin is low, skirting transfusion, and his prolactin is low, which is a hormone produced by the pituitary gland (which I’m sure is limping along). So, I am watching him close (remember, I’m just a mom, with no medical background beyond a first aid class decades ago) for any signs that his hemoglobin has dropped more, and we plan to make an appointment with an endocrine specialist at Texas Children’s Hospital which we have heard is really good. We are in the midst of medical supremeness, so might as well make the rounds and hit them all. We have an endocrinologist at St. Jude in Memphis, but a trip to Memphis would be difficult, and it would be nice to have another opinion anyway. We also have an appointment with a GI doc to rule out any of that activity or lack of activity as cause for the abdominal pain. But, I will be surprised if that is what it is.
So, that’s where we are now in wrapping up the second week of the second cycle, which is exactly half-way through the trial. We went to the museum for a little while today, and we went to see the Minion movie today. We are scampering to get in some things before the kids go home for school, which is also when Eli will have his next off week. We hope to go home as well, but it will depend on how he is doing. With Hg going back to school, we have a lot of school supplies to prepare and gather. Plus, we need to freshen their closets with school dress code clothes that fit, especially Hg since she was not at school last year, she will have outgrown clothes from seventh grade for sure. That off week - which goes really fast - I hope to get them set up so that it will be easy for them and Vic to start school. Depending on what the MRI at the end of the trial shows, right now, we plan to enroll Eli in the public school system and take advantage of a couple of individualized programs it has.
So, my week at home is already filling up with chores, and appointments. The last time I was home, my week was filled with appointments, too, but I made sure that I finally took advantage of something given to me over a year ago. An embarrassing public display of stress after Eli’s first relapse caused my precious friends from church, school, and anywhere else, I guess, to purchase me a gift card at Blue Med Spa. I think they thought I needed de-stressing, and a gift card from there would ensure that I didn’t do anything practical for others, only fun for me. I have just not had time to do it. For me (and any busy mom) to carve out over two hours just for myself that benefitted or furthered nothing but my own peace is almost impossible. So, I had tried two other times to go, and had to cancel for this or that reason, but I told Vic that I was making it top priority that week because I was afraid that it might expire, and I felt like having the snot squeezed and chopped out of me. It was quite a bit of money, so I was able to do some kind of package that the lady on the phone said was popular - a facial and a Swedish massage. One hour was dedicated to my face and the other to the massage. I said, “I’m sorry, let me make sure I understand. You are going to do something to just my face for a full hour?” So, I get there, and am in facial position. The lady with some type of Norwegian-ish accent asks, “What does your cleansing routine include?” I said, “soap.” She didn’t say anything else about it. Then she asked me to get undressed and put on a robe after she stepped out of the room. Now, why on earth do I need to get completely undressed for a facial. I don’t think I’m missing any blocks of time in my recollection of the event, so I guess it is on up and up. It was great, I enjoyed having my face worked on for an hour. Afterward, I was walked, still in my robe, to the massage lady. I knew I was in trouble when I saw a tiny black lady with big hands. I’m pretty sure at one point, she had to be standing on my back because there is no way her tiny body could have produced that much pressure standing beside me. I had been afraid that I would fall asleep, but there was no chance of that. It was obvious when she hit a tense spot because I think she pulled out a third arm, like Disney’s Stitch, and wore it out. And, it was weird when she was working one area that another area would feel it. I think she hit a spot on my right buttock that closed up my left nostril. So, it was a lot of fun, and I am so thankful for the friends that I have old and new that love me and my family.
Vic is not coming to Houston this weekend as he usually would. He brought the kids this past weekend, and then switched cars with me and drove home. I knew that his car sounded rough, but it always dose since we had the issue with the u-haul hitch that was on it, so I didn’t think much of it. Well, the water pump was going out, and he just made it home in time to get it to the toyota place. It’s a young chick compared to Big Sam, but with 127k+ on it, maintenance is expected. However, we want to catch that maintenance before it catches us and we cut it close this time. So that has been fixed, and it was in need of new tires, which had also been put off and with as much driving as we do, we want good tires. So, with school preparations, car maintenance (normal stuff doesn’t stop when cancer strikes), two homes, Vic opted out of paying for a plane ticket this weekend, since hopefully we will be home the next. The kids will miss him for sure because I am not a very good playmate.
I don’t think I’ve mentioned this yet, but Hannah, the little daughter of the people that had helped lead us to Eli’s last treatment, has been cleared of suspected relapse. Whatever they saw on the routine MRI about a month ago, was not there a couple of weeks later, so we are relieved and happy for all of them. Drew, the teen that started on the NOAH trial, is going home to talk with their original oncologist about a new plan. Baylee that I’ve mentioned before got a good report, and journeys on.