It's hard to know what to expect.
Sam is feeling okay. A little tired, happy to sit at home and watch movies or television.
A trip to the arcade.
Back to the go-karting place.
The labs don't say "okay."
Elevated white count.
Considerable peripheral leukemic blasts.
So we tanked him up with platelets.
Added a new drug to the cocktail.
He has plans:
Sam shared his plans with Dr. M, who is going to help us keep him moving forward with them.
Our goal is to take care of him.
Our goal is to keep him comfortable.
We're looking for a quality of life that allows him to look ahead, that allows him to make plans.
It's not perfect.
It's so very far from perfect.
It's, in fact, the farthest farthest farthest point away from perfect I could ever imagine.
But it's what we have.
Making each day count.
We have plans.