Owen has been to school, not regularly, but going as well as he can for now. He made it to primary for the first time today, since last April. He said he loved it, he missed it and now he feels like he's a part of it again. It's good to see him enjoy things again. He was able to get his broviac central line out about 3 weeks ago. That was just in time to go to a soccer tournament in Las Vegas where it was warm enough to swim. Waiting to get the central line out was quite a wait. Blood counts are important in recovery from chemotherapy and just in general. Dr's wanted (and so did we) Owen's body to be able to fight infections, not require IV medications or transfusions before his line came out just to avoid unnecessary IV insertions and needle sticks. It took his body a long time to recover so Owen became very anxious and by the time the actual day, came he was more than ready to have it gone. He had a mental picture in his head that once that silly line was gone he would finally....."be just like a normal kid".
It seems like one of the things that is hardest in life is waiting for that next thing to happen. Knowing that change will make life easier and as humans we wait for a positive change that we know is coming. In reality it's better to live in the moment and enjoy things as they are. It's best to recognize blessings and see the brighter side of things. Easier said than done though, right? I have been thinking heavily on how to live more "in the moment" and though I am making an effort, I have a lot of work to do. Owen is better at doing that than me and he is also very patient. Moving forward with life after cancer treatment and knowing the statistics and possibility of cancer returning in the future make it a little harder for me to relax and live in the moment. I'm still guarding, anticipating and thinking ahead. I have to stop. I have much to be grateful for and want to be a better example of enjoying where we've come and from where we came in this situation and in life.
After all, being patient has it's rewards. It's not the most important thing to have hair....but it's rewarding to grow hair again after not having it for a while.
|At about exactly week 6 post chemo this was happening!! HAIR|
|Owen and his fantastic snowboarding teacher.|
|Making some moves on the hill.|
Being patient allowed Owen to heal and become strong enough to have snowboard lessons that were donated to him through an organization "Team Mason Foundation" and Canyons ski resort. He made it to the resort once before finishing treatment and again just this week. He is looking forward to continuing future opportunities to fine tune his skills and learn some tricks.
Coming up this month is a great milestone in Owen's life. He is going to be baptized a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. At the time of his birthday he was not in a position which was comfortable for him and doctor's felt better about us waiting to do the ordinance when he was free from a central line. He is very excited and has looked forward to his baptism for months now. He also has the opportunity during the summer to go to a special camp just for cancer patients and their siblings. We heard a lot about these camps during the summer last year, but he was much to fragile to attend. We are so grateful and excited for the volunteers who make it possible for them to mingle and enjoy the company of others in the same situation.
I wish for a rule. The rule is: If you've been sick to a certain degree or for a long period of time, immunity tto all other ailments is granted. That sounds like a lot to ask, I know. Some people are sick there entire life and I know that too. It's just difficult to watch someone suffer and be unhealthy. Because we live life it's not possible to have perfect health all the time but it just seems wrong that already Owen had a run in with pneumonia. Last week started out with sniffles, which turned into a lot of congestion. Almost like a light switch he developed a cough that was non-stop and was uncontrollable. I had used my doTerra oils which previously worked great, but I could tell whatever he had was becoming medically concerning. The next day's chest xray confirmed pneumonia. Not extreme, but enough that with his history and discomfort he was treated with some antibiotics, nebulizer and of course rest and fluids. It didn't take long for him to perk up, but my mind immediately went into protection and sanitization mode. I am just so used to doing all of that and getting sick was something we avoided so well during treatment.
|Doing what it takes to get better. He's always such a trooper.|