new game

Hayden's newest game is manipulation. She has successfully connected the act of spitting out her bink and someone retrieving discarded bink...endlessly. This is a game of which she does not tire, and everyone in the house has become a victim.

not not working

We had a meeting with Mitchell's oncologist this morning to review yesterday's ct scan. Basically he said that although it's difficult to say anything conclusively, he can say the treatment's not not working. Huh? I was really looking forward to something a little more definitive. Granted, it's definitely not bad news. There are no new lesions or tumors and what was there doesn't seem to be any larger, soo.... That's good, right?

quality time

Hayden getting to know Grandma H.

future

Tomorrow, Mitchell is scheduled to have another CT scan which will tell us whether or not the chemo has been working.

third time's the charm

Mitchell had his third cycle of chemo on Friday. We thought for a minute there was going to be a repeat of last Friday's occurrences, but the right people got their butts together and all went on as planned. Of course the infusion started about and hour and 20 minutes later than scheduled so we were there until almost 6:30 on a Friday night. Needless to say, Mitch was not pleased. Hayden and I tagged along and, while the "companion chairs" they provide leave much to be desired, HayLiz and Daddy got some much needed shared nap time in. This time around, Mitchell seems to be having more difficulty than before. A lot more nausea and general malaise. As usual, anything cold is off limits.

just so ya know

Last week was supposed to mark the beginning of Mitchell's third treatment cycle. Alas, it didn't turn out that way. For some reason the kooky pharmacist put the kibosh on things because of Mitchell's blood work. Strange bc Dr. Brown reviewed those very same results with us the day before and beamed, "Mitch, everything looks great!" (Please note this is the only person my husband allows to use that abbreviated moniker.) So it was with much frustration that Mitch departed the ACC. As of now, he has been rescheduled for this Friday around noonish. On the bright side, he was able to have 7 extra treatment-free days.

the sound of silence

It's definitely strange to sit in a room with someone for close to 8 hours at a time and exchange fewer than 12 words. We've discussed the wind, the remote and holding the baby. Woo hoo!

stupid things people say: #1

• I guess your 2008 was worse than ours. Are we in competition for who has shittier life experiences?
• She's getting fat! I didn't realize a 5 week old weighing almost 8 lbs could be considered overweight.
• Oh...You look nice today! Unspoken sub-text: You usually look like hell, so I'm shocked that you've cleaned your pitiful ass up.