Well, it's been another week of "Fun with Side Effects". I won't get into them here, since you might be eating while you read, but let it be said that the treatment for Vampbaby's cancer is brutal, brutal, brutal. We have now been in the hospital for 3 weeks, and there is likely 2 more to go before going home is even an option. Of course, we are also beginning to accept the reality that Vampbaby's homecoming could be delayed until treatment ends -- a year from now.
However, this weekend has brought the final phase of the chemo cycle upon us: rebound. For the first time in three weeks, my son today sat in my arms, played with a new toy and laughed. He voice is horse from weeks worth of crying, and what can only be described as the worst sore throat EVER (Thanks, Hybermucosa!), but the sound of his giggle flew through the air like a light in the darkness. He even ate some grapes -- nothing short of a miracle.
All of this is cause to celebrate, for within these moments I have seen the fire return to my son's eyes that has always taken our breath away. It will, sadly, be short lived, as he will begin his next chemo cycle early next week and return to the murky world of illness. But for today, I am seeing Vampbaby as he was, and hopefully will be.