It's been 7 months since my last post. Oy!
Here's my July-December summary: Grad school. Principal internship. Continued to workout 5-6 days a week. Ate whatever was in front of me and already prepared.
December 1, 2015: My son had been acting weird. Odd fevers. Leg pain. Lethargic. No explanation. We took him to the doctor and asked him to run labs.
12:10 PM- My phone rings. It's a doctor that I've never met.
Doctor: "He has leukemia. We need you to check in by 1:00 PM. We will admit tonight and start treatment tomorrow morning."
I left work. Went home and got my son and husband. Drove to the hospital.
In the next 3 hours I would learn:
- 1 in 30,000 children develop leukemia
- My son has the less common type (AML) that only affects 15% of leukemia cases. It is significantly harder to cure.
- We would spend the next 20 days (it ended up being 24 days) in the hospital.
Round 1 of leukemia failed to put him into remission. Devastated.
We do another round.
Round 2, which just finished yesterday, finally put my Bug into remission. We are no where near done. He will do one more round of chemo and then go to a different hospital to get a bone marrow transplant.
My health, of course, took a back seat to my family's needs.
Why am I writing today? Today, for the first time in 2 months, I work up early and got on the treadmill before work. Both of my kids are home and we have a week long reprieve before going back into the hospital.
Today, I am breathing.