The After Glow

I was a proud momma. Yes, I had the camera and was snapping away. Joshua recieved an award and got to ring the bell as he crossed the finish line. No, he wasn't running a relay or graduating from kindergarten. He was just finishing a little radiation therapy. It's what I like to call kicking some leukemia butt.

Twelve treatments. Twelve times we had to take Joshua into a room, pump chemicals into him to make him fall asleep and then send radiation into his boy parts. These past two weeks we took away his ability to father children and produce hormones that will make him a man and yet we gave him his life back. I know we have two years of chemo to go. But I look at the situation as the cancer cells came back in his testies and that is where we were going to kick them out forever. The chemo in my mind is just going to make sure they don't come back and to get any strays. Overall, Joshua completed this phase with the same attitude and endurance that he always does. He is currently laying on top of Adam and wrestling with him. Gotta love that child. Here's to getting through all the upcoming chemo with that same attitude.

As far as counts, Joshua's are still really low. We are praying that we can escape the dreaded fever. I would love to be able to spend some time at home with the boys this weekend. Adam seems to have caught a cold or is having a battle with his allergies yet again. Hard to tell. Noah is passed out on the sofa as he has had some very busy days in the hot summer sun. I'm looking forward to September when we can hopefully get all three boys on some sort of a schedule. Even though our schedule is always changing and subject to change, I like to keep the boys as close to routine as possible. It helps with the oh so pleasant attitudes.

Well, gotta finish this post. I hear the twins locking themselves in the bathroom. Bad idea...