Some days are just more difficult than others. I am not one to go spilling my emotions on the floor. But some days things just get to you. We spent the first half of our day in the bone marrow clinic. Kristen had her weekly blood check and her bi-monthly lumbar puncture. She really does not like being put under with the anesthesia. Once she awakes it takes a while for her to get her footing back. By the time we get home her back is getting sore. I just ran tylenol up to her as she is already back in bed. She headed straight up to her room as soon as we got home. Next up...the sickness associated with the chemo that was put in her spine today. It could be a long weekend, and the best part...my family is planning a little trip... without us. Don't get me wrong here, I am not complaining because we are home. Kristen and I love being home. I am so happy to be home that if I could do a decent cartwheel I would just run outside right now and do several across the lawn.
I had a meeting at my sons school this morning. We were going over a few things and setting goals. The vice principal came in and the teacher introduced me to her. She continued to tell her the story about my daughter fighting leukemia for the past year and a half, that my son has missed his fair share of school because of his sisters illness. She then continued and said that he has not been feeling well lately that he has had some stomach issues and that she was sure that they were related to the issues going on in our family and that my son has been taking his sisters illness very hard and it is affecting his school work. I sat there in a daze and suddenly I was taken back to a movie I had recently seen. "My Sister's Keeper" The mother is the movie was so involved in saving her daughters life and fighting her cancer that she failed to even notice that her older son had a learning disability as well as some other issues. I thought to myself, Have I become so involved in caring for and saving Kristen that I have slipped with my other children? For the better part of the day I have thought about that. I finally came to the conclusion that I really needed to stop looking for the storms. If I look hard enough I will definitely find some. My son is fine. He actually gained some independence and responsibility that any 16 year old could use.
Now I better run as I have a cartwheel to perfect quick... before the sun goes down.