Eight Days

Eight days. That’s how long it took for Tate to feel like himself after his last spinal tap and chemotherapy. This morning I went to check on him and found him awake, alert, and ready for breakfast.

Tate is strong enough to resume his school lessons with Maggie and his physical and occupational therapy appointments with Jen and Janet. I can hardly wait to tell his occupational therapist he was able to use chopsticks when we went to sushi last week! That is a huge improvement from a few months ago when he couldn’t even straighten his fingers.

Tate started coming out of his room for meals again today. Scott is on spring break and his girl is out of town, so we have gotten to enjoy more time with him than is normal the last few days.

This is the guys at lunchtime today. There was some talk about hair, facial hair, growing beards, and genetics. As soon as I asked if I could take their picture, Tate grabbed a water bottle and Scott had to stretch. Thanks, guys. Thanks a lot. Ha ha ha!

And suddenly they were laughing, genuinely pleased with themselves for simultaneously trolling me so expertly.

Greg woke up sick and has decided to stay at his mom’s condo for a few days. The way the doctor explained it to us, Tate’s immune system has some fight, but he will likely spike a fever and need to go to the hospital when he does finally catch something. We’re definitely trying to avoid that.

This is Greg’s dog Ludo, who has no idea what to do with himself when Greg isn’t home. It’s safe to say Ludo and I both hope Greg is feeling better soon!