Two years ago I woke up to confusing blood test results that Google told me could be very scary. A call to the pediatrician didn’t relieve my fears, especially when he gave me his direct line and said he’d be following Jack’s case very closely. We headed to the hospital where Jack was admitted and more tests were run. On January 8, 2012, it was confirmed that Jack had Leukemia.
Jack was in Kindergarten. David and I had been married just a little over a year and were gearing up to add to our little blended family. That plan was immediately set on the back burner as our lives started to morph before our eyes. Jack was taken out of school and wouldn’t return for ten months.
The last 24 months of cancer treatment have been difficult. Even when life was carrying on and Jack was able to attend school and feeling decently well, the worry was there. Cancer treatment is unpredictable and, frankly, can be as dangerous as the disease itself. When we didn’t worry about cancer, we worried about heart failure or infection or a myriad of other side and/or late effects.
We still worry about those things, but being over the ‘hump’ of the three-year treatment has given us some degree of relief and confidence. Fourteen months from now – next year – Jack’s chemotherapy treatment will be complete. The road ahead no longer seems unfathomably long, even though I’m sure that cancer will always be part of our lives.
For now I am focusing on that last milestone – that final day of chemotherapy. We’ve made it this far and our boy is still with us. We can keep it up for another fourteen months – we can do this.