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Sorry for the radio silence.

Things are looking up but let me tell you how we got there.

May was challenging, both physically and emotionally. My platelets dipped, then my white counts played games with us, and then we had trouble getting ahold of my chemo when it was time to start.

Some of you may know that I HATE bring lost and not knowing EXACTLY where I am. Mostly if I am more than 2 hours away from where somebody I trust could retrieve me. Living in Arkansas and New York challenged me, but after the first trip alone back to MI I was fine for the rest of them.

All last month I didn't know where I was. A few minutes of that kind of stress when on the road sucks. A few weeks of similar stress when your life is on the line.....

I broke down a lot. I prefer to cry late at night after Aaron and Torin are sleeping so Aaron doesn't fuss and worry. However we watched a series called "Solo" a couple of weeks ago and one of the episodes had us both sobbing. Right after we calmed down Aaron took the dog for a walk and I resumed crying. Torin understood and hugged me until I was done. Obviously that made me more sad. I don't want my baby to have to manage my emotions. He's sweet and I was proud of his EQ but he's too little for that. 

The added stress to being stuck in limbo was Torin's birthday was at the end of the month and we wanted to plan our celebration around my next round of chemo so I could feel well and make sure he had a special birthday. The added stress to that was that it may be the only birthday I would get to be part of. So yeah, I broke down a lot.

This is part of why I got a little nuts about creating him a perfect birthday cake. 🤪

Torin had a special day visiting Kensington park and seeing barn animals as well as trying out his new slide and destroying his birthday cake. Success!

The next day I had a scan and started chemo at 60% of the therapeutic dose. 

Two days later we got reports that Earl is showing evidence of slowing down! 

I sailed through the 5 days of chemo and felt energetic enough to take Torin to swim lessons all by myself! (Don't worry, everybody must wear masks at all times). He is having so much fun! 

Fantastic news, feeling healthy, and sharing in Torin's joy is how we started June!

So, after a month of being lost we're back on the road, in the right direction, and making great time. One less thing to worry about!!




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  1. So happy for you!! I hope you're enjoying the great summertime with your family. Stay positive!! Zaiyi

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