Flowers From Mars

Tate is doing really well. He had an appointment for an exam and chemotherapy with the Nurse Practitioner Angie yesterday, and all his number were good. His weight is up to 137lbs, but that’s still extremely low for a 6’2″, 18-year-old male. There is no shortage of calorie dense food here; he just doesn’t have much of an appetite.

Somehow we got to the appointment and Tate didn’t have a mask. Seriously, how did we do that? He’s wearing a mask they gave him at the door when we arrived.
Tate recovering from chemo. Atticus being annoyed.

The 2nd anniversary of Tate’s Leukemia diagnosis was May 13th. This year it was a day that came and went quietly. I guess it’s not something we would ever really celebrate, but it’s marked in my heart and in my head as the day that changed us forever. It’s the day the fight started. It’s the day our family and close friends picked up our shattered pieces and never let us go.

Greg’s mom brought this orchid over for Tate on his 2-year diagnosis anniversary. Greg saw them and asked, “Are those flowers from Mars?”

I had a really hard time as Tate hit the two year mark of his treatment. I could not stop crying for two weeks before and two weeks after, but I’m done now. My sadness seems so small compared to people all over the world grieving loss due to the COVID-19 pandemic and the tragic events playing out in front of our eyes on the news.

Tate isn’t looking backwards at all. His gaze is toward the future and what he’s going to make of it.

Getting some sun
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