So, the cast came of Thursday and in the 24 hours before he had to check in for chemo, he took a shower and two marvelous baths. His foot is super sensitive and he is very protective of it. Today at the hospital, a physical therapist came in to show us some exercises to do with him and he was very upset by all the handling and stretching of his foot. I can almost guarantee that PT is going to be the hardest part of this whole ordeal.
I not the type that normally burns up my money, but somehow cancer has freed up my ability to literally blow money, as you can see here:
Despite my reservations about buying fireworks, this is what is getting Steven through a rough weekend of chemo. He came to the store with me to pick them out and has been dreaming about them ever since.
Last night as I sat in Steven's hospital room, I was thinking about the US and healthcare. I know there are a lot of complaints out there about the costs--and trust me, I know they are high and I do think we have room to improve. But even so, look at how well so many people are treated and how well the docs are able to prevent disease. I am kind of blown away by it and grateful that Steven had a firm diagnosis within 24 hours of me taking him to the doctor, and then his chemo started within the week. So for many reasons this weekend, I will celebrate America.