|09:07 am - Nat update|
Nat did some more walking and he was throwing a ball with his physical therapist. And, in excellent news, which I got in a roundabout way from MeeMaw through Aunt Janice, he requested to use the potty, and was able to. Which I know doesn't sound like a huge deal, but you have to know Nat. He was potty trained pretty early on and he was very meticulous about being a big boy and going to the potty all on his own. I can only imagine how relieved and delighted Brian must be to see Nat turning back into the boy he was before all of this.
The chemotherapy will probably start today, which Mom thinks will sap all the strength Nat has gained since the surgery, but as hoppie points out, better he have some strength to be sapped than nothing and less than nothing after the chemo.
Edit: And one more thing, which may or may not be encouraging. When my parents showed up at the hospital, he called them by name (Softa and PopPop) and did not tell them to go away as per usual, but seemed happy to see them.
Current Mood: optimistic
|02:58 pm - And unrelated|
I wanted to thank the flist for keeping me from doing a bad thing.
I was reading my Torah study today that it's forbidden to ask for or read omens. So when I thought about the insurance thing, "This is a sign of what was meant to be." it wasn't. And you guys kept me from sitting back on my tush and not accepting that it was. Thanks.
Which does not mean anything changes but my perspective.
Actually, I'm still a bit depressed about the whole thing.
( I think this has just become another natural process rantCollapse )
( Dream of the song of BennyCollapse )
Current Music: Boston - Amanda
|03:07 pm - Note to self|
Lyrics to Psych
( I thinkCollapse )
Current Mood: contemplative
Current Music: Unknown Artist - Psyche theme