So, I've definitely not been the post-iest for a couple of years. We continued to go to Duke every three months for scans. Eve has had enough radiation to fuel a back-up generator at Shearon Harris. I laugh when people are scared of getting cancer from going through a machine at the airport; you have a better chance of getting cancer from being treated for cancer. We've been billed for CTs, MRIs, echos, x-rays, ultrasounds, some nuclear medicine scan that is so far removed from my brain that I couldn't pick it out of a line-up...
Friday, May 22, 2015
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
Friday, December 19, 2014
Tuesday, December 2, 2014
December 1st was a big surprise, mostly because I was under the impression that it was November 30th. The kids got up early and were downstairs running around. I heard giddy screams of "It's December 1st! He's here somewhere!" and "Mart Brent is hiding really, really good!"
Wednesday, October 1, 2014
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
If you are friends with anyone on Facebook who has the unfortunate luck of being a childhood cancer parent, your newsfeed might already be filled with pictures of bald kids/pie charts of side effects/questionable clip-art of gold ribbons.