Don't take that literally, please.
But I seriously felt like a cheerleader today.
Sam needs a lot of cajoling and bribing, a lot of convincing.
He is angry at being in the hospital.
He is angry that he has to have an IV pole to drag around.
He is angry that he has to have his bodily functions analyzed.
He is angry that we want him to move around and do things.
He is angry that he isn't home.
He is angry that he has cancer.
And dammit, so am I.
But my job is to make sure that stuff happens in the hospital, no matter how ticked off I am at how unfair and stupid and SUCKY this all is. (Yep, I've got high-level vocabulary to talk about leukemia.)
(And thank GOD for the nurses - they are amazing. They tease and cajole and flirt and help and push and act silly and help so much.)
So here was today's checklist, created in team with our nurse:
And then there was the visit. The Gerstein boys and their parents came to visit Sam, and he lit up at the sight of these boys who have been his favorite "big" friends for so long. He hopped up and gave them a tour of the floor (check off "walk"!) and he played Uno and put a Lego together with them. He even ate a bag of french fries while they were here.
|In case you're looking closely at this picture, Will is only wearing a mask because he thought it was fun and cool, not because we need those kind of precautions yet in our room. Whew.|
Uncle Josh is spending the night with Sam. They've already worked out a system for dealing with the late night wakeups. And taken two walks. (check! check!) Before I left, I wrote out tomorrow's checklist. I snuck in an extra "walk" box just for kicks. A cheerleader never gives up, right?