If it weren’t already crystal clear to us before this turn of events, it is now: Soren is a very, very tough boy. All things considered, he is doing great so far. He is on day 2 of 5 of his first of two cycles of “induction,” following a week of “reduction.”
The reality of heavy chemotherapy is upon us. Night sweats for Soren are accompanied by regular anti-emetic drugs and the requirement to wear gray nitrile gloves to help him in the bathroom, lest we are exposed to these poisons ourselves. This therapy is essentially carpetbombing and it’s scary, but he is irrepressible.
We all held our breaths for him yesterday, and we continue today, but his treatment (which included intrathecal injections under sedation) did not stop him from eating well and embarrassing his father in his debut game of Risk and — of course — in Mario Kart on the Wii. Regarding the game of Risk, I fell victim to one of the classic blunders: never get involved in a land war in Asia. I surrendered when he turned in all of his cards at once after hoarding them, employing the Powell doctrine of overwhelming force. Not bad for a 6yr old but again not surprising if you know this boy.
More on toughness: we got a clearer sense of the extent of his burden when he was admitted and how very lucky we were to get here when we did. Without going into details, his abdomen was clearly distended. It is simply unfathomable that he played as aggressively and competitively as ever at baseball camp that morning. We are thrilled that much of this is already gone and he’s more comfortable. In fact, he’s reached a new normal, with a new, clearer, more musical voice that we are just becoming accustomed to. Doubtless his performance teachers at Berwick will be as thrilled as we are.
We are starting to look forward to his first trip home towards the end of this week, if all goes well. Little brother Harlan is itching to visit tomorrow, fingers crossed.