Here we go

Adam is doing great. He seems healthy and although he basically knows that he has an illness and will be getting treatment his mood is up and he is just being Adam. Goofing around, playing with the neighbor kids, watching tv (of course) and playing video games and not eating what he should. It's like the calm before the storm.

It feels like we are waiting for Adam to go get totured for his own good. The more we read about chemo and its effects the more this seems to be true. The folks who will do it will be loving, good people who have Adam's best interests at heart. But to Adam it will be a nightmare. He hasn't even begun this thing yet and my heart aches for him.

Ok enough....

Adam gets to skip an appt tomorrow with Dr. Collier because the tests, which he will get Friday and next Thursday, have not occured yet so there is no reason to go. He will actually be able to go back to school for a two days next week before having to go into home bound.

Next Friday, March 28th, he goes into surgery. He will have a 'central line' inplanted, a bone marrow sample taken and he will start his chemotherapy. He will be in Vanderbilt Childrens Hospital for more than one night, but we don't actually know beyond that.


We have received so many good wishes, prayers, offers to help, baby sit or pick up Camille from her pre school. People really are good. And Martha and I can't say how much we feel cared for and loved. How many love Adam. One of my coworker's mother wants to paint a portrait of Adam kicking a soccer ball, one of his favorite things; another has a plan to send several of those silly singing get well cards. Adam must be on a hundred prayer lists. The more the better! People are really good, but I wish I could trade all of that good feeling and love for Adam to be healthy and not facing this terrible reality.