Yesterday proved to be a pretty difficult day for chemo round #5. The clinic was packed and some nurses called in sick that delayed things. Taking his anti-nausea medicine caused him to vomit before we even started treatment.
His veins kept collapsing and it took tries to get a vein to be receptive. After five tries he said (this being Joncee Mr. man of few words) that he wanted a break. When the nurse left he told me he just wanted to go home. I about lost it right there. By the time we got into the car, we had the privilege of fighting traffic home.
It only took a few hours and by 10:30pm last night he started to get sick. It lasted a good portion of the night. This morning he told Jayme he’d rather throw up than take the anti-nausea medicine. He hates it that much. He’s seem to have turned the corner by 8am this morning and is on the mend.
We’re praying tomorrow he’s back to normal because tomorrow we celebrate his 8th birthday a few days early. His actual birth is the 28th, but it’s in life situations like we’ve lived the last several months how grateful you are for these milestones. So many in our world everyday grieve on the day of their children’s birthdays because they haven’t been as fortunate in their battles or have been affected by tragedy.
Watching him jump, play video games, walk to the bathroom, read, hearing him sing, etc., each are tremendous gifts that have been extended to us that are not meant to be taken for granted. Life can change at any moment like so many realize, but this 8th birthday is special. So will the day after it, and the next.
Joncee really doesn’t say much as I mentioned before, (his sister makes up for it) but when he does, you best be listening. Jayme I have to spend our time guessing what he’s feeling just so he’ll release a bit of his emotion. He isn’t much of a touchy-feely person either.
On Thursday when we were headed for his blood draws he grabbed my hand like it was totally normal. A subtle way of saying, “stay close.” A gift. He goes from calling me dad, to “dada.” Yet another gift.
As a dad I find myself constantly walking faster than I should and if I’d just slow down, I could acknowledge so many things I miss by being a hurry. Just last week Kaizlee pointed out so many things to stop and observe on a walk to a service. It makes me wonder how if we’d not just hear, but really listen to the gifts God has entrusted to us, we’d probably find ourselves humbled by the things God may be teaching us through them.
Take time to slow down today. Observe. Listen. Receive His gifts.
You are loved.