I was leaning in close to Ty, kissing his cheeks and eating his chin when he whispered to me with a smile, "my legs disappeared." Then he kinda giggled. I joked, "Huh? When? Where did they go?" Then he looked at me and his face turned so sad. "I don't know," he answered in a low voice.
It took a lot not to tear up when that happened, but I held it together and I told Ty that his legs were still right there, and that slowly they would come back to him. He seemed to accept that. My poor baby.
Despite that conversation, Ty was incredible today. Like a completely different little boy compared to yesterday. He looked amazing (everyone was stopping me to tell me so). He was very happy. He didn't wince or complain about pain; not even once. He had his 30th treatment in the hyperbaric oxygen chamber and now gets to take two weeks off before returning for another 30 - this will be a much needed break from the early morning routine for both of us. What a good boy he has been through all of this. Then he went to school and therapy all day, and he even worked hard with his at-home occupational therapist for an hour after we got home. Usually a long day like today would have wiped him out and left him completely irritable, but he was nothing but happy and pleasant all day.
Ty Louis Campbell continues to amaze me in every way. His ups and downs remain a mystery which can be so frustrating, but I am just so glad that today was a perfect day and he was on the up and up. May he be even bedda tomorrow and every day hereafter. God bless our little fighter.