Roller Coaster

Over the last week and a half, Henry's not really been feeling great. He's been trembling and shaking. While a month ago we felt as if his appetite was gaining ground, recently he's back to eating bits of potato chips. He's been vomiting occasionally as well. These kinds of things make parents of a child, so early yet in remission think real hard about whether the causes are benign.

Perhaps a year from now, we'll recognize these things as symptoms of a stomach bug of some sort. Maybe not. Maybe it will still make our heads spin thinking what it might be like for us to hear the ugly words that we are hoping to never have to.

The net effect of Henry's recent 'symptoms' was to ultimately request that his MRI scheduled in November to be moved up. Our oncologist was ever so understanding of the anxiety that rides alongside these symptoms and, as usual, was very accommodating. We're taking Henry down to Hopkins for an MRI tomorrow.

After his last vomiting spell, and after the MRI had been scheduled, Henry's mood perked up, he began eating a bit more, slept a solid 12 hours and best of all, has been playing again - and laughing.

So the roller coaster goes. Up and down and up and down. It'd be nice, though, to be able to get off the ride now and then.