To say it is nice to be home is an understatement of Himalayan heights. Dorothy was right…there’s no place like home. I mean, you think you’re doing ok and getting a decent night’s sleep until you get home and then you realize it was a little bit rougher than you imagined at the time. Mainly because of your “stuff”…your coffee pot…your couch…your measuring cups…your bed. I’m a Sex in the City fan and I chuckled to myself a few times because as I saw my old things, especially my comfy pillow top bed; I heard myself uttering the words Carrie used when she saw a new pair of Jimmy Choo’s over and over again in my head …”Hello, lover!”
We were back together again as a family on Friday night and it was blissful to wake up in the same house, my house, with my family. I mean, what a treat.
We were even back for Stan’s Grandmom’s 80th surprise birthday party and were able to reunite with lots of family. We weren’t completely sure how it was going to go but figured we could pull the plug quickly if Declan decided he wasn’t in the partying mood. We’re glad we tested it because he did wonderfully and truly seemed to enjoy himself and all the attention. It was truly a blessing to be there to celebrate.
Today was a lot more unpacking and trying to settle back in. I tell you stocking medical supplies at your house can really put the squeeze on your “free space” and trying to find space to hold 30 days worth of it is tricky. This is a longer process than this weekend and because Declan is due to be admitted tomorrow, we didn’t tackle it.
We also sent Will to his first overnight camp this week. He’s at a camp for brothers and sisters of kids with cancer. We’ve heard great things about the camp and are looking forward to hearing all about his experience. He’s very much looking forward to canoeing (who knew!) so I hope he gets his wish. We were so thrilled he is able to take part in this week. I think this is harder for him then he’s letting on because he understands what cancer is so I’m hoping he’ll feel comfortable enough to talk with some of the other campers about their experiences. Apparently, you can talk or not talk about it. I like that for him. He’s had enough pushed on him, this time he gets to choose. We’ll miss him but know this will be a special week for him.
Declan is scheduled to head to our Oncologist’s office tomorrow to check blood for possible admission for his big chemo week. I say possible because if his counts are not strong enough, we’ll need to take a few days and see how he responds to medicines which stimulate good cell growth. He was checked before we left Texas and he was on the rise so I’m hoping we’re good to go.
Oops…I hear Declan…gotta run. Talk to you in the morning!