By Margot | March 11, 2009
Andrew is home now and is showing slight improvement. Much slower than we’d hoped. It’s taking a while. This morning he’s sitting up and playing some video games with his brothers. The amount of television all three have watched in the last week is embarrassing. I got so desperate last night that I made them play charades with me while they were lying on the couch guessing what I was doing. Charlie really got into it and decided we should guess what he was doing when he put his hands on top of his head and spun around. Turns out he was a spinning carrot.
Sam still has a bad stomach and I can hear all the same gurgling sounds I heard in Andrew’s stomach. You know it’s not good if you can hear it from accross the room. He is eating a little, though his stomach hurts right afterwards. The sucky thing is this is supposed to be the week he eats like a horse because he is off chemo and puts a little weight back on. That’s not happening however. His counts from his blood check were pretty good, everything normal to above normal so this chemo is not hitting him too hard blood/platelet/ANC-wise. So if we can keep the VMA/HVA dropping we’ll be in good shape. Just a small “if” there. And of course we need to get him over this new bug and back on his feet.
I was going to write that we need a little of the Luck O’ the Irish for St. Pat’s next week (maybe that and some green beer will help) and then I started thinking that the Irish really had crap luck with the potato famine and all, so I looked on Wikipedia to find out how the term originated and here is the answer: “The saying refers to the fact that the Irish people have come through such overwhelming adversity and have come out on top and kicking! It must be luck… or true perseverance.” So, actually it pertains very well.
So, from a family with lots of Irish blood running through our veins, here’s to all NB kids and families having the The Luck O’ The Irish- and anyone else who needs it.