Finally! A New Post

I know you want an update, and you were relieved to see a title other than “My Tummy Hurts” at the top of the page. Yesterday at least five people asked me when I was going to “post” again, and I felt guilty last night for not keeping current. One person even asked, “Are you going to stop doing the blog?” The answer to that is no. I won’t stop doing the blog. I will continue to post as long as it takes to get Jace completely through Cancer and Chemo. Mostly for selfish reasons, I want a record of the whole journey, and I’m sharing it with the public, so we can continue to receive prayers. The problem is that not much has changed since I posted last. Jace’s tummy still hurts—especially in the mornings, though he’s been feeling progressively better every day since treatment.

Monday we did receive permission to let Jace go in public a little more. As long as his ANC is above 1,000 or (1.) he should be better equipped to fight infection, and this week he is 1.14. Jace is especially glad to be able to get out of the house, and he even talked Hayden and me into going to a movie on Thursday afternoon. We went to the 4 PM showing of A Christmas Carol, and it was intense. Even though he probably didn’t need to, Jace wore his mask until we reached our seats, and I took my hospital strength disinfectant and sprayed our chairs and armrests (yes, the boys were embarrassed by their obsessive mom). It turned out wonderfully though, because we were the only three people in the theater, and I didn’t worry the whole time about someone coughing on us. Although we bought Jace his own child’s pack popcorn and drink, we had to dump the popcorn out, and he held the box in front of his face for the better part of the movie because he thought he would be sick. Despite the changes our movie attending days have taken, it was good to get out of the house.

Last night we also went to our friends’ house. Jace started on the toilet with a bowl in front of him, and ended  on the couch—pale and worn out, but during the three hours in between--  he was running around like a madman. He and his cute friends played Uno, Foosball, Volleyball, and “torment the adults.” It made me realize that although Jace has bad minutes, right now he has way more good minutes…which turn into hours…that take us closer to that beautiful day in the future when Jace is completely well. Tonight I'm grateful for good minutes. Two months and eleven days down…we can do it.