...Henry had his surgery and we found out he had cancer. What a rollercoaster it's been, although I'm happy to say that the last six weeks have been blissfully normal and not at all about Henry's cancer diagnosis. The closest we get is when I ask him daily if he's had his pill yet (most of the time Jay gives it to him in the morning, but sometimes it slips through the cracks) or if he cringes and holds his arm when they announce a blood drive at church.
All in all, we couldn't be more pleased. He's just being Henry, which generally means 1 part funny, 1 part infuriating. I assume this is typical for most almost-9 year old boys. We don't have any additional news about his health to share because we haven't seen or talked to a doctor in a while. He's having follow-up blood work in a few weeks and hopefully the numbers will continue to look good. But we don't see his specialist again until August. The only reason I was even thinking about his diagnosis today was that I had to fill out a health form for him to take to Cub Scout Day Camp tomorrow and it was a little more complicated than these things have been in the past. Still no allergies, but I had a few more Yes boxes to mark (thyroid disease - check, surgery - check, medication - check). At least I got to mark the box that clears him to participate with No Restrictions. Considering where we were 5 months ago, we'll take it. Happily.
In the meantime, he and William have started baseball. In our little part of the world, tball is played on Tuesday and Thursday nights and coach-pitch is played on Wednesday and Friday nights, meaning we go to a baseball game four nights a week. But it's OK and over by the end of June, which is kind of nice. The kids have fun playing. I wish I could say that it were more fun watching. I mean, it's OK. But it's kind of boring. They don't get alot of outs, although they get more in coach pitch than they do in tball. They miss alot of ground balls and throws to each other. But most of the time the kids all get to hit, which is the point at this age. So we go and cheer for our kids and all our friends kids and visit with each other and go home after an hour. It's not a bad way to spend a summer evening.
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