A Good Day and a Doohickey!

One thing we know is some days will be bad and some days will be good. Today was good. It was a day of waiting. We knew it was a day of waiting. We were not waiting to see or talk to any doctors and knew the next batch of information wasn't going to come until Tuesday.

We met with another oncologist today and there was a stark difference between his conservative approach and our open and detailed discussion with the surgeon yesterday. He reminded us that all of the info we have so far is just an educated guess and we won't know anything with confidence until after the biopsy pathology. Of course, we want them to do whatever they need to do in order to get the diagnosis right.

Will continues to have high blood pressure during the day, so his meds were changed today in an effort to keep it under control. This means we're here for the long haul, but are happy to be in a place where Will is getting such great care. They're still planning on a Tuesday or Wednesday biopsy, but haven't been given a time yet. Hopefully when everyone's back to work after the long (a boy has it felt long) weekend, things will move along more normally (and maybe they'll fix the internet).

Today was also a day of visits. The visits made William's day. First he was descended upon by his 4 boisterous brothers and his 5 awesome California cousins and 4 aunts and uncles. They "decorated" his windows with window markers and crayons. He wasn't particularly perky, but he commented after the tornado of little bodies left that he really liked seeing his family. He has thrown up a few times, probably due to pressure on his stomach from the tumor, but that's just a guess. He had thrown up early in the morning before the family arrived and turned to me to say, "I think it's because I'm homesick."

We gave him a bath and he asked if he could just sit and relax. We said yes. Duh!:) His baseball team coaches and 3 teammates and their families arrived, presenting him with his baseball trophy and hanging out with lots of laughter. William was thrilled and was the happiest he's been in a couple days, laughing loudly at all the 8 year old humor. He complained of a headache from laughing so much. We call that a good thing.

Some other dear friends whose son is a good buddy with William came to bring dinner and to hang out with William. He loved it and sat in bed and played games, smiled, and talked and talked and talked. For those who know William well, he talks. A lot! And that is something he has done very little of the past few days.

We have felt many tender mercies today from even small little things people have said and done for us. We have also felt increased strength today that we truly feel has come from the many prayers offered in our behalf.

We're ready for battle. William decided that tumor isn't a very fun word so he named his tumor "Doohickey" (thanks to the inspiration Jamil, Anna & Tariq) and declared:

"You're going down, Doohickey!"