This morning when the doctors did rounds, the primary doctor asked me what my thoughts were about where Averi would be for Christmas. When I told him what I had decided he responded that not getting my hopes up was a good thing to do because she most likely wasn't going anywhere. His overly obvious statements make me giggle, but it might have something to do with my lack of social contact. Either way, some back up plans are being made for Christmas this year.
(Our little texting cuties. Who says technology is affecting us at a young age?)
I must announce that last week was, to put it mildly, a hard week, but I am pushing forward and ready for a new week. It might help a little that Averi is feeling much better, although still not 100%, and slept through the night last night, but that might be a stretch. :)
On a side note, this experience gives us so many awesome opportunities to meet some wonderful people. Over the last few months we have been given the chance to get to know some of the other patients on the floor. I promise you, no matter what life gives you, there is always someone who's life is harder then yours...even if your child has cancer.
Maybe I will share some of their stories one day, when it's not so fresh and personal to them. I am so glad that if we had to go through this trial, we are (hopefully) getting it out of the way while our kids are young and their spirits are hard to break and their memories are few and far between. One day this will seem like another lifetime and we will have moved onward and upward (well, at least that's what I tell myself anyways).