And If We're Very Very Lucky, They'll Do It In That Order

The home stretch lies before us. 

Within a month or so, the hardest part will be past.  His MRDs have all come back at 0%, there doesn't seem to be any evidence of leukemia left in his body.  This last round of chemo will ensure that that remains to be true.  Then his, when his numbers recover, his broviac will come out and we'll be free from the hospital.  After that our small Wood clan will be able to, finally, move on with their lives in something resembling normality.

This round of chemo, the big bad knockout punch for any cancer cells still lurking in his body, will last 6 days.  That's surprising for us, considering we thought it was going to be lasting 14 days.  Whether by a misunderstanding on our part or the fact that there is no traceable evidence of any cancer in his marrow, this truncation is quite welcome indeed.  This doesn't mean that Jayne will be right as rain in less time.  Because of the nature of the last three chemo treatments he will be receiving it is very likely that this round may take quite a while for him to recover.  We're expecting, on the outside, to be here for 40 days.  That still gets us out of the hospital well before August begins, meaning that our son won't even have to worry about spending his first birthday with tubes sticking out of his chest.  

For more than half his life, up to this point, he has been in and out of the hospital, enduring treatments and tests in an effort to ensure that he will not have to do this when he's 5 or 8 or 16 or 21.  Jayne's never been in a pool, though now we've been living 50 yards from one for the last few months.  He hasn't had a real bath with real, boisterous splashing that turns the bathroom into a water park.  He's had to spend most of his time learning to crawl, and then walk, with a tall, slender and imposing chaperon, one that keeps him on short leash and is quite inescapable.  As you can already see, we have been compiling a list of things to do when we get out of here.

But even if he won't be confined to the hospital or tethered to an IV stand, there are still limitations that bind us ever slightly.  For one, we will still have to be wary of taking him into public places, especially where there may or may not be kids en masse.  Jayne won't be able to continue receiving his immunization for another six months, at least, and he will be a little behind kids his age for a couple years.  This is especially frustrating, especially given the fact that there has been two cases of measles in Phoenix this past week.  For that period of time, Jayne's immune system will still be in recovery as his bone marrow gets back in the swing of generating the proper white cells.  And he still wants to put everything in his mouth, the closer it was found to the floor, the better.  

Even with these drawbacks, the excitement at our release is becoming more palpable with  each passing day.  We'll both be back to work, looking for a place to live that can accommodate a baby on the verge of walking between two Greek cities and a dog that hasn't seen any of us since February, when we unceremoniously abandoned him at my parents house.  We will get the opportunity to go see friends and family, instead of herding them into a tight, antiseptic room and cautioning them about washing their hands.  In short, we will have our lives back.  And while Jayne's potential for relapse will never quite fade from our minds, not for another two decades at least, I don't think that either of us will let that faze us in the slightest.  We have one of the greatest children's hospitals in the country at our back, along with our family, friends, and everyone else who has helped us and supported us from the first day that we found out Jayne was sick.  We contributed to and participated in a few different research groups in the hopes that, maybe someday, a diagnosis of cancer in a child will be treatable as any other mundane disease.  

With the love those around us and the firm support of medicine and science, Shay and I are more than prepared to step back into our lives, frayed at the edges and tattered in a corner, maybe, but ready to rebuild.  This terrible surprise has made our family stronger and our love for each other, and our son, has thrived.  There seems to be little that we can't accomplish now without effort and cooperation.  We've been through the wringer and come out the other side and that makes us mighty.