Day -1

Today is our day of rest! We no longer have chemo (ever again, God willing!). Yesterday we gave him the big chemo that is the culprit for any discomfort he would have here for the next several weeks. As expected, his nausea has worsened since yesterday and we anticipate it continuing to do so for at least another day or 2. Thank God for the plethora of anti-nausea medications at our disposal to alleviate that as much as possible for him! After that, any signs of the sores would start to rear its ugly head around the end of this week at approximately 5-7 days from chemo. It is also when his counts would be tanking.

Tomorrow, DAY 0, at 7:30 am, our littlest hero will be wheeled into the OR to save a life. He already knows that he isn't going to school for a few days, but when we talk about how awesome his choice to share his healthy cells with his brother is, he just grins from ear to ear. He probably won't be grinning when I wake him up at 5:15 am to get him to the hospital by 6, but then again, that little guy will smile through anything. That's actually not true because he has 2 older brothers, and I don't think I need to elaborate on that. His time in the OR should be approximately 1 hour.

Hubby and I are holding up well. It's easier to put up a strong front when we are together with the kids because we NEED to be strong for N and for his brothers. But I will tell you that the hardest moments for me in the day are in my car, because in those moments I am left with nothing but my thoughts and nobody to hold it together for. But outside of that car, I'm holding it together just fine!

I will try to update quickly tomorrow after the procedure. The plan is that once W wakes up from anesthesia, and once they confirm he is reacting ok, they set us free. From there, he will see N and they will get to spend a little bit of time together before I take him home to rest and heal while his brother gets infused with W's gift.

I know that so many of you are with us in spirit, but please don't ever be sad for us. Ours is a story of triumph, of deliverance, of God's faithfulness and of His miraculous hand in carrying N through his darkest hour so that he stands on the other side of it with his own story of redemption through God's mercy. So smile for us because this chance of healing is a gift.




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