So, I am happy. I am excited for Christmas. Ty is amazing. Gavin is amazing. I am the luckiest person alive. The only thing that's concerning is how tiny Ty is for his age, but who cares. As long as he is cancer-free for the rest of his life, we can always make up for all of this growing that he is missing out on due to treatment.
All of the kids Ty has known since he was born tower over him. Including Gavin, who is almost 2 inches taller. But I talked to his doctors about it and this is simply to be expected. Kids don't grow on treatment or after radiation, and we will just meet with an endocrinologist when he is six or seven years old to discuss options. It doesn't bother me right now. I am just so happy he is here and he is not in pain. I just can't wait for the day that he can get off the chemo. That we can remove his mediport. That he no longer needs to have GIANT FRIGGIN NEEDLES jammed into his chest every week or so. It's just so beyond what any four year old should have to endure. That's why he's SuperTy. Preschool tomorrow. Infusion on Wednesday. Love you all, and good night.
PS - I am LOVING the holiday season. Is it always this magical? I can't remember because I have been living in a fog. The clouds are clearing and it is indeed the most... wonderful time... of the year!