Those beautiful eyelashes

Ty has the most beautiful eyelashes.  It is something that people have commented on since he was two years old.  So long and pretty, I wish they were mine!  Well, they are mine, in a weird way, but I mean mine as in "on my face."  They are just stunning.  I am so happy they are still the same long eyelashes that he had before chemo took them away, before steroids made them freakishly long and curly, before chemo took them away again.  Today, they are just normal.  I was staring at them today and I realized that he has his real, true eyelashes back - and that they are so beautiful.  His hair is softer again, too.  He is looking really good.  Really healthy.

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!




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  1. AnonymousDecember 6, 2011 at 5:36 AM

    I have triplets that were born nine weeks early and weighed just about 2 pounds... It took forever for them to grow, but they're now 17 and tall and perfect in every way. I always thought that God kept them small for so long so I could hold and carry them longer because it was such 'concentrated' parenting. Know? I think you need Ty to be smaller now because he needs the cuddling and carrying and so do you... Constant praying from here.

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  2. AnonymousDecember 6, 2011 at 5:37 AM

    Ooops... sorry, 13 weeks early. See? You forget! :)

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  3. RoseDecember 6, 2011 at 9:36 AM

    Every day is a blessing but I agree there is a special warmness in the air at Christmas. May you and your family have the best Christmas ever!

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  4. Alex, Lauren, AJ and Dylan MatraleDecember 6, 2011 at 5:08 PM

    Prayers to you and the family to have the most wonderful and blessed Christmas ever - you guys deserve that and SO much more! May this just the beginning of all the magic you are going to experience watching your two beautiful boys grow up!

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  5. Colleen RosenDecember 9, 2011 at 5:02 PM

    I love hearing that Ty is looking healthier and healthier. This is the most magical Christmas Season. I can't wait to celebrate and toast and go crazy over the miracle!!! I have to see you guys. I'm gonna go crazy I can't wait!!!! We are so celebrating!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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  6. LoriDecember 12, 2011 at 1:31 AM

    Enjoy the magic of the season. Wishing you all every happiness and tremendous joy......

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