A Different Kind of Radiation

The solar variety. Courtesy of Uncle Frank, we enjoyed a fabulous weekend at Bethany Beach this weekend. Our hope was to get there before radiation, and also before the ocean water got warm enough to tempt Henry (since he still has a catheter in his chest he can't get wet). It was toe-curling cold, so the objective was met. However, we had a blast playing in the sand, the tidepools, and hitting the boardwalk.

At least one of these two is going to be giving her daddy an ulcer a few years from now. We are so not ready for teenagers.



Henry terrorized the boardwalk seagulls with his mogocycle. He felt responsible to clear it so all of the people could walk where they wanted.


One of our favorite anecdotes of the weekend also happened on the boardwalk. Henry and Bryan were going back to the car, and Bryan noticed that Henry was moving an inch at a time on his mogocycle, which normally runs pretty fast. Bryan asked him what was going on, and Henry whispered, motioning to the Bethany policeman standing close by, "I didn't want to get pulled over for going too fast." He was dead serious, too.

Unfortunately, all was not fun and games. Henry had some stomach issues this weekend, and is definitely losing weight again. He vomited once on Friday night, and I can't pretend that it didn't scare us to death. Headaches and vomiting bring back a lot of ugly memories. We had a reassuring phone call with the on-call oncologist, and plan to follow up with a call to our own oncologist tomorrow. Henry's energy level and appetite picked up a lot today, though we still didn't get in as many calories as we would have liked. Still, we're feeling better about him seeing how he looked today.