Wow...Have I really been away this long? In the seemingly endless suggestions on how to be an effective blogger, frequency of entries is rule #1. Needless to say, I'm in the blogging doghouse.
So, what gives? Well, it is surprisingly difficult to come up with snarky commentary when the life we are currently living goes on without much fanfare. Strangely, the "new normal" does indeed have a normalcy component that makes me feel like I've little news to share from day to day. Work, home, hospital -- mostly in that order -- has become as routine as brushing one's teeth, and I have a feeling you don't want me blogging about that (but thank goodness someone already does!).
Of course, then there's the trypto-fantastic overdosing that comes with Thanksgiving. I am happy to report after arising from my holiday feast-stupor that we spent the day at home, with family. In fact, this is the first cycle that I'm proud to announce Vampboy made it through without getting a hospital-visit-causing fever! We dodged a bullet due to a minor infection he has, but they were gracious enough to let us treat it at home by adding yet another medication to the endless stream. So he has enjoyed a few weeks of home-life, with a few day trips to the Doctor's thrown in for some check-ups and blood products.
The next big day is Tuesday, as it will take us to Boston for the all-telling MRI. We're at the end of Phase I of treatment, so this will let us know that all the puke and blood and needles and tears and ick has been working. Limbs crossed for this one, kids!