Six months ago today our reality was turned upside down and shaken in the time it took to hear four words: Your son has Leukemia. Since then we feel like we've been in "fight or flight" mode about 90% of the time, with a few, brief moments to breath inbetween. Most of the time I still can't believe this is really happening.
Overall, Isaiah is doing really well, in light of what he's facing. He's asking a lot about when "this is going to be over." He desperately wants to play little league this Spring. And he's really missing his sister. But his attitude is phenomenal. He's just getting through it.
We're grateful for the hundreds of cards, dozens of meals, and countless prayers for strength and healing. We are literally surrounded by people who are committed to helping us through this journey, which, in itself, is an amazing blessing.
On Monday we're back to fasting, a spinal tap, etc. etc. to kick-off the long 5th phase of treatment: maintenance. We've got a long way to go, but for the last six months we've been focusing on just making it to this point. Thanks for sharing our journey and cheering-on our sweet son. Please stay with us!
Isaiah's blood counts were high enough for us to be able to join my sisters and folks for a delicious Thanksgiving meal on Friday. Isaiah got to shoot Uncle Mike's paint ball gun and enjoyed - as always - playing with his cousins.