I wonder how we will look back on this time.
Right now, we are still in the honeymoon period, if you can call it that, of treatment. As far as we know, everything is going swimmingly, we're going to shrink these tumors down, have surgery, some post-op, and get on with life. Now, this may all change on Monday, which is when we have an appointment to meet with the doctor to go over the CT scan.
But right now, it's all hope. This morning, Little Warrior giggled and squealed, as her two older sisters played their new game, in which one jumps on Dad's back and one jumps on Dad's front and they hang there til they fall. (He lets his kids just romp all over him. He's like a piece of playground equipment.)
Right now, The Husband took the kids to go get bagels, Little Warrior is sitting on a blanket on the floor playing with toys, and I'm about to go dry my hair and get out of my bathrobe.
As Willie Nelson sang, "Classify these good times."