Radio Silence

Apologies for the lack of info again, but I’m happy to report that these last few days have been fairly uneventful. Aside from playing a bit of musical beds, involving temporarily keeping company with three gentlemen in a quad room, it’s been business as usual for Scott. As “usual” as life can be given the circumstances, of course.

Scott’s counts are improving – platelets were the first to rise and his neutrophils and hemoglobin are slowly following their lead. He’s had a few transfusions but hopefully those will be less frequent as his body regains its fighting power. If everything stays on track and his neutrophils reach 0.5 (currently holding at 0.1), Scott could possibly come home in a few days, and go back in for his biopsy next week. Fingers crossed. Come ooooon neuts!

We’re still waiting for more information from his cytogenic testing which will determine if a transplant is part of Scott’s treatment plan. We know for certain more chemo is ahead, but the biopsy results will tell us what kind and how much he will need.

I can only imagine how long these two weeks feel, sitting in a hospital bed waiting for results and fearful of each day when the doctor visits, in case bad news is accompanying them in their thick black binder. The mantra “one day at a time” has never been so relevant.  I’m so thankful each of those days that my husband is so strong and that technology like FaceTime helps to keep him close to our babes and to me. The ability to watch as I read bedtime stories with Harrison, applaud MJ when she perfects her twirl and see Leigh attempt first steps and blow kisses is making these weeks a bit more bearable for Scott. And sharing these little moments in our day with him, seeing him envy the routine, reminds me just how blessed I am, and how fortunate we are to have the life we do.

We are so appreciative of all your well wishes and check-ins over Christmas. It was so good to know we were in so many hearts that day. As I said previously, this year may have been very different in terms of what our celebrations looked like – but in the end I don’t think we have ever been as aware of the spirit of Christmas and lessons of gratitude, humility and most importantly the very real power of love. At the risk of sounding so cliche (or like another Celine Dion song), more than ever do I appreciate that the best gifts don’t come under the tree. And this year I think the best gift we have been given is that of perspective.