Another Surgery

One of his Central Lines blocked up on us this week. Repeated attempts to get it flowing again failed and the call was made to pull it. He's due to go under for his routine Spinal and Biopsy in another two weeks, but they feared infection before then. He sailed through the 20 minute procedure, as usual. Dealing with only one line is almost as much a relief as having the opportunity to watch one site heal... I can't help but latch on to and treasure the false feeling of being that much closer to the end.

My stomach churns when I think of all that his little body is going through to eradicate this monster. Before he is one year old, he will be older than I am. There are those who rage that traditional medicine is an unnecessarily toxic method of battling cancer, that a better way to go about it is to build the body up nutritionally. While every fibre of my being screams at what's being done to him, my rational wizard knows there's nothing we could have done better to avoid this situation to begin with. I can't, from our experiance, lend credence to the whole "build from within" approach. Additionally, this type of Leukemia doesn't give us time for such a laid-back action plan. It hits hard and fast, and so must we.

I often have the sensation of jumping off a cliff without my eyes.

Yet Another Amazing Performance

I was worried that this stronger round of chemo would slow him down, but there's just no doing it! The doctors keep shrugging their shoulders and shaking their heads.

Almost as soon as he hit that crib mattress, he was practicing his crawling. I just love watching him wabble back & forth on all fours like a cheap card table! It's his new favourite ride. He even managed to push himself back up into a sitting position at one point, though we've yet to see the fluke again.

A shot of his practice work:

A typical sequence of Kaleb faces: