yikes

It looks like Adam will be getting his port o cath taken out on Tuesday, February 17th. This will be a big day for Adam. No more bump on his chest, no more flushings and the reminder of a lot of unpleasantness will be gone.

The mark of Adam's cancer and treatment will always be with him, in him, I think. It will be interesting to see how it manifests itself over time. Will Adam grow into someone who is sensitive to those diagnosed with cancer and other horrific illnesses? Will he have to deal with his own unexpressed trauma one day in therapy? Will his reflexive reaction to entering a doctor's office fade over time? Lots possibilities. I think he will be richer on the inside for having lived through this. I think he will be more empathic and mindful of the suffering of others. But that will come later. Right now the seeds of empathy and mindfulness are buried under the rocks of 11 year old rockin' good times. Adam is a big boy about to become a young man. Who knows when those seeds will sprout. I supposed the rocks have to be worn down to create fertile soil. A process otherwise known as adolescence. Then the fruit of Adam's travail will show.

Until then, Martha and I need your prayers and good wishes, not for Adam's health (though that is always appreciated), but for our mental health as we begin this journey into the wilderness of a teenager in our home. Yikes!