In honor of day +60, we carved pumpkins.
Okay, in all fairness, Sam has been bugging at me for weeks to carve a pumpkin.
His platelets are pretty good.
So I felt safe putting a (small and relatively dull) knife in his hand.
But we live each day....
Today he told me that his leg hurt. "But not like cancer, mom. Just like I pulled a muscle."
I'm not sure what to think about the fact that my son knows how cancer feels....
And yet, still, I focus: today was a very good day.