The Unexpected and a Celebration

I'm off my game. The break from hospital life has been good, almost too good. Radiation treatments began Monday and all went well. It was a little long since extra scans and measurements were taken and William's bone marrow biopsy sites are a bit sore from laying on a hard surface, but it was all good. That is until we began driving home. I got an unexpected reminder that I was unprepared. As soon as we started to get on the freeway, Soren, 4, informed me that William was throwing up. Poor kid. He's such a pro at it that he didn't even tell me he felt sick, hoping he could just get it under control by himself, and then proceeded to vomit in near silence. We stopped and I got him cleaned up and the mess cleaned up too. Thankfully, I still keep plenty of Clorox wipes and baby wipes stocked and handy. I found a grocery bag for him and we set off for home again. Unfortunately, he had to continue using it for the duration of the 30 minute drive home. Once home, Zofran worked its magic. Thank you, my friend, Zofran.

The nausea was likely caused by the fact that the left side of his abdomen is the primary radiation site and home to his stomach. Today I pre-medicated with Zofran and all went well. The doctor assured me that the pre-meds should be sufficient to manage the nausea. I'm getting a new prescription anyway, just to be sure I have an ample supply for the future.

Also, while meeting with the doctor today she mentioned having received the bone marrow biopsy results YESTERDAY! I love how notifying the anxious parents is an oversight.
Me: "No, I haven't heard. I was hoping to make a call this afternoon."
Dr.: "Yes, they're negative."
Me: "Really? It's negative? It's negative! This is our first negative biopsy."

Tonight we celebrated! We celebrated in William style: In 'N Out and homemade chocolate chip cookies. I threw in some helium balloons and we all shouted hoorays around the dinner table for William's bone marrow and then for each of the boys being so great through everything.

Although we haven't heard the term used officially, I believe this is when we can finally say he is in REMISSION. He is in remission. It feels so good to say and believe. We are celebrating and continuing on to make sure Doohickey doesn't come back!