Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Despite the fun of the week with all the festivities we had our first scare about David's health. Monday when I picked him up from school he was crying for his Daddy. All he could say to me was "Daddy is my favorite guy." We swung by Daddy's office and got some loving on the way home and I just figured he was tired and missing Daddy. A couple hours later we realized that he felt warm and he got pale and his eyes turned red and puffy. Poor pumpkin felt terrible. He was pretty pitiful looking:(
Our first gut instinct was to call UVA. Then we realized that he is no long "on treatment" and fevers do not mean the same thing that they did 6 months ago. We are surprised at how sticky this transition has been going from being totally involved with the oncology team at UVA back to his local provider. In some ways we feel that the apron strings have been cut from our respected and beloved oncology team at UVA. We are thrilled we are in this stage of his cancer treatment, but we feel at loose ends. God has guided us and we feel blessed that we are where we are.
David has perked up considerably this week and he was able to sneak into school for a few hours today to enjoy his class Christmas party.
Despite the darkness we know that God is our hope and our light. Tragedies never make sense to us and they break our hearts, but our God can take this tragedy, just like he took our cancer diagnosis, and bring beauty from the ashes. Emmanuel-God is truly always with us.