|07:30 am - Post-Shabbos update|
Nat was fussy Friday night and Saturday. Very much didn't want to be sedated. Wanted to wander around, so they did the MRI yesterday, but there was no one around to read it. They're hoping someone will come in today to read it, or else they will get the information on how much was removed on Monday along with the results of the biopsy.
The parents agree that Nat is starting to return to normal. Not only was he slightly fussy, but he didn't want them around at all. Whenever they would walk into the room, he'd shriek. "No Pop-pop!" or "No Softa!" Hurtful as it is, at least it indicates that Nat's returning to his usually cranky self. (He takes awhile to warm up around people.) My parents are very optimistic.
Talking to my brother, however, is a different matter. He believes my parents are too optimistic and he went out of his way to impress the harsh realities upon me. 1 out of 5 children die from this (the aforementioned 80% which my parents reported to me and I to you last week, and didn't take much comfort in.) He also pointed out that Nat could be undergoing chemotherapy for up to 2 years, and he doesn't know anything about chemo; what it will do to Nat, how long it takes, will they have to stay at the hospital overnight...nothing.
Then he asked me to call my aunt who, he says, is taking this very hard and needs someone to talk to. When I admitted that I didn't have her number (it's a long story...don't ask), he called her and told her to call me because I was depressed and needed cheering up.
So, I guess what I'm saying is, stress aside, my family is acting entirely as you would expect. So I guess things are sorta normal.
If you're a knitter, and you're inclined, one of Sissy's friends has designed a hat in honour of Nat and is selling the pattern here: http://www.curlypurly.com/profhat.html and forwarding the proceeds, as well as anything that comes in on the donation bar to Sissy and Brian for, what Brian calls the "homeopathic" supplements to the chemo that he and Sissy intend to use.
They're organizing an auction to raise money to help out with various medical expenses, and I've just sent a letter offering to donate jewelry.
At least it's something I can do, finally.
Current Mood: contemplative
As you know because of my big brother corporation blocking LJ I don't get to read it as often as I used to (I used to read it every five minutes, but now days can go by). So I am just reading the story of your adorable little Nat and words can not express how sad it makes me. I will hope for the best and cast whatever spells I can. Whatever the statistics may be, there is always hope.