Praying for a Miracle

Somehow we survived another Chemo day.

As usual, it was a roller coaster.

When they accessed Kean's port in his chest, I should have known

something was up when the return blood was old and brown looking.

And sure enough, his port was clogged and wouldn't give any blood.

Finally, after a good extra hour of waiting for the TPA to be ordered

and this anti-blood clotting med to do it's magic...

they got blood!!!

Between the blood issue and Kean's chemo, we had a lot of

waiting around.

Today's lovely and talented "Chemo date" was Cheri Givens

(in the pink shirt on the back right). 

Oh, did she save our bacon-- from singing songs for Kean

to taking him on speed racer rides in his stroller down the hall of

the hospital while we waited for his weekly meds to be made--

she was brilliant.

 Everyone always asks me if Kean freaks out when he has to go

to the hospital for Chemo.

The only time he loses it is in the morning at home when I numb

up his port.  He knows what it means.

But geez, the nurses and Child Life Specialists treat him like a rock star

and for the most part, he forgets about why he is there.

The rest of us, of course, see constant reminders of

what a hard place MSTI actually is.

Today our time at the hospital clinic brought us together 

with one of our favorite families from this crazy cancer journey.

We saw Anthony M. and his parents.

Heartbreakingly,  Anthony's brain tumors have spread

and his name is on the lips of every person in our family

every single day as they give a prayer in our home.

The girls have been so worried about him, they asked if they could

make him a "Candy Letter".

 With all the radiation he's getting, I don't think candy sounded

too appetizing-- but we are hoping it will at least remind him

how many of us love him and are praying for a miracle.