I’m packing to get ready to go to my knitting guild retreat, but it’s with very mixed emotions… As excited as I am about my special weekend, it’s hard to leave when I have a sick little boy at home.
Danny has a fever and lots of ketones, so between loads of icky laundry, I’m doing my best to keep his tubie juice going (that’s what he calls his tube feeding formula…) and to keep him happy and content…. Leaving my babies is the guilt part.
And then I just found out yesterday that tonight they’re having something really special up at church:
They only do this a couple of times a year, and it’s so beautiful, I really hate to miss it. Being away for the sung rosary is the regret part.
So I’m trying to keep thinking about the positive anticipation part. I’ve got my required class supplies ready to go.
There’s still even room for my good clothes for Emily’s concert and the charger for my camera battery. Esther says I absolutely must bring my books to get signed.
It’s been many years since the last time I left all my children. Betsy and I went away for a weekend when I was pregnant with Brian and she was pregnant with Callie, and they will both be 10 this spring. I left Emily, Sam and Brian when Danny and I drove all the way to Minnesota for his appointment at the Mayo Clinic, but that really doesn’t count as a vacation. I think this weekend will be way more fun than that trip was. Oh, and we might even get snow! Right now there’s rain in the mountains, but it’s supposed to get colder there over the next two days. Of course I sent Emily off this morning without an umbrella… but she’s sensible. She’ll figure out some way to keep her viola dry.
One more piece of news… the pathology report on the mass they removed last week showed no new cancer. It was some sort of giant cell necrosis something… I might have to look that up 🙂 The surgeon and the oncologists say that we’re sticking with the current plan of no more chemo, and starting radiation next week.