Monday, January 14, 2008

All Your Cookies Are Belong to Us

It was a beautiful, sun-filled weekend here, but we spent most of the time inside. Thomas still likes playing around the house, and every once in a while he'll spend an afternoon on his jungle gym. Still, the trike has been in the corner for two weeks.

Saturday, he failed the cookie test.

We try to catch pain somewhere in the late-grumpy phase and before the real-hurting phase, but the line is awfully thin. I mean, he’s two. As you may be aware, two-year-olds are not widely known for their even tempers. Some fits are my little hothouse flower testing his boundaries, and some fits are his brain tumor giving him headaches. Tough call.

So, first, we offer a cookie or two. It distracts him and buys us some time while we asses symptoms. But Saturday, the cookie had no effect at all, and we could see that there wasn’t time to wait for Tylenol. Hospice had prepared a grape-flavored morphine syrup for us, and Thomas took it obediently. He felt almost immediately felt better.

We, however, did not.

I keep thinking that I am being too dramatic about each step here. But I am not; this is the real deal. This is the part in the movie where the family has survived the wreck at sea, but out of the waters a shark fin appears.

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At 10:07 AM, Blogger Carolyn said...

Praying that God will give your entire family the strength and peace that only He can provide.

At 4:48 PM, Blogger Lizard said...

Its the real thing. Sweet, sweet Thomas.

At 9:13 PM, Blogger Jana said...

oh honey. It's real. Thinking of you.

At 8:35 AM, Blogger sarah's_mom said...

damn sharks.

At 6:11 AM, Blogger Ctelblog said...

Lovely photos. Awful news.

At 1:04 PM, Blogger Michelle D said...

Thinking of you Sarah. Praying for your sweet boy.


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