I've done a spectacular job of not thinking past Henry's first MRI. As a defense mechanism it worked brilliantly. Really, there was no end to the mental gymnastics that could have been done based on the various results that we could have gotten, so putting up the mental block made the most sense. We just put our heads down and did what needed to be done.
And we got great results. Frankly, better than I expected.
But, wow. As they say, it's not just a river in Egypt. And I've waded back out of the river to the heat, grittiness, and sunburn again.
Everyone is thrilled, as are we, with Henry's positive results. It's an irony that I'm more sad than I've been in a long time. The cancer is in my thoughts constantly. We have some treatment decisions to make, some really tough ones. Things that you really don't want to think about.
I read a lot of other "kids with cancer" blogs. It seems like most kids that eventually lose their fight with cancer had a period of remission, or disease responsiveness. Is that where we are?
It's hard to think about all of these things again. I had really put this all away, stashed in the coat closet behind the mismatched winter mittens and random vacuum attachments. I hope I can put it away again soon.