"Why are you squinting at the TV, do your eyes hurt? Can you see alright?"
"Why are you breathing like that, do you have a belly ache? Do you feel sick?"
"I heard you cough, do you feel nauseous? Are you going to throw up?"
"Why won't you answer me? Can you hear me okay?"
For months now, when Ty coughs he usually yells across the room, "I'm oh-tay, I just coughing, I not sick." I guess I've conditioned him because he knows that as soon as I hear something like that I drop whatever I'm doing and come running with a bucket. I'm not sure that instinct will ever go away completely.
I am just so lucky that Ty really hasn't been sick like that in a very long time - that I am mostly responding to false alarms. I can't tell you how much my life has changed since he stopped vomiting regularly (and by regularly, I mean hourly for months on end). I am living in rainbows and my whole world is healing. I just need to get that confirmation on Wednesday so I can feel free enough to jump in the clouds (at least for a few weeks, until the scanticipation gets the best of me again).
I have faith that his scan will be perfectly clear and free of cancer. All of your love, support, prayers, positive thoughts and healing energy are so greatly appreciated. Our little fighter will do this again someday.
Today was my mom's birthday. We spent the day with her and my Dad. Ty and Gavin picked out a cake and made her beautiful cards. We are home now, everyone tucked into bed, and I miss my mommy already. Happy Birthday, Mom. I love you forever.