The summer is going really well. Erica is enjoying the outdoors, loves to swim and talks about going to preschool everyday.She will be three years old on August 3rd.
Three years old . . . . I remember wondering if she would ever walk or go to school or play with friends and here we are, ready to take on the world! That is how Erica approaches life ~ ready and willing to try new things and master them on her own. She has a determination about her that I am sure came from the brave war she has fought.
This past week Erica was in the hospital, twice. Once for a CT Scan and an infusion of IVIG and then again for a clinic visit. This was all because of a virus that she caught and the docs had some concerns about her symptoms . . . always better safe than sorry. So the tests came back negative and her virus is on the road to recovery but going back into the hospital was hard for me. The day that we did the infusion room and the med center, one after the other, brought back a flood of memories. Just packing the bags, the snacks, the parking, getting into one appointment and then off to another, holding still for blood work and then scans, pinning Erica down for tests and then comforting her in the aftermath . . . this is tiring. But this was life. And honestly, I just think God gives us extra doses of energy and stamina in our sleep when we go through hard times because I look at that routine now and my knees go weak.
Life as we live it now is busy, normal busy, and Erica runs on high energy from 7:30am to 7:30pm (no naps, heaven forbid). She loves to read books and magazines, she would play all day at the park if she could, she is getting stronger and stronger at her tumble time classes, and is about to "graduate" from her physical therapy group. In August she will start preschool, two days a week, and she will begin speech therapy at the local elementary school.
This is the update, it has been awhile since I've posted but I would like to start writing more often. I would like to think that my posts would begin to take on a new slant . . . and not be so much about life with a "cancer kid" but it goes without saying that, the aftermath of a bone marrow transplant has it's own challenges and we deal with those everyday. And so, in as much as we have all moved forward, outside of chemo and blood transfusions, we are still healing, physically, emotionally and spiritually. The honesty that I try to bring to the keyboard, every time I write, is for me, for Erica and for anyone else who may relate in one way or another.
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