Chemo Schmemo

Well we survived another day of Chemo.

Kean was what I would describe as partly stormy.

His lungs made sure everyone knew we were there.

But he also had plenty of time where he was content.

Partly thanks to my friend Angie who came armed with a bag full of toys including

three little motorcycles-- whoopee.

 Why we didn't get pictures of Kean with the motorcycles... I don't know.

But here's a cute one of Angie.

 I remember the first day we went to the Cancer clinic and the other parents were

greeting all the nurses and secretaries by their first names.

I remember having this overwhelming realization that we'd be coming so often, we too, would

get to the point where we knew everyones' names.

We are there.

And we are even to the point, Kean gladly went to Anna and let her take him for a walk around

the clinic.

His favorite tour spot:  the eye wash station.

Smart boy... Anna ended up more wet than he did.

 When we were about done with his two rounds of Chemo (Vin Cristine and Doxorubicin)... guess

who popped in to say hello?  Our dearest buddy, Kendra.

We almost didn't recognize her with hair.

In case you need a refresher on the cast of characters in this blog:  Kendra

was our neighbor in the hospital.  She has the same kind of Cancer as Kean (A.L.L.) and during

 her last Spinal Tap with Methotrexate, she had a horrific reaction - a stroke-

and lost her ability to talk or move for about ten days.

Well, when we ran into her, she was about to go for that same Spinal Tap again-- the

first one since the "incident".  She seemed so brave.  If she was nervous, she didn't show it.

She and Kean have quite the connection and she has been the subject of many prayers in our home.

I can promise, she and Kean will be the subject of many more.

We are surrounded by such warriors.