18 November 2007

Mount Thermal.

It was a long battle - beginning in June & ending, finally, last night. I finished Thermal. I blocked it, I am wearing it right. now. And...

my camera batteries died - so you'll have to sit tight for some photos.

I've been knitting like crazy - I have lots of time to knit because I spend my waking hours either at work (knitting, talking about knitting, reading knitting patterns, etc..) or at the hospital - knitting. Gord is Neutropenic, so we can't touch at all. No hugs, no highfives, no nose nuzzles. So I keep my hands busy by knitting. More updates as projects actually get finished.

Today I got myself out to have brunch with some friends (much needed, even if I was iffy about fitting it into my schedule) & then I went to the hospital. The Santa Claus Parade was today & the route goes right past Princess Margaret where Gord is. Hospital for Sick Kids is across the street - so they bundle up the kids who can go outside and the others get to wave to Santa from the window. I watched the parade from Gord's window - my head pressed against the glass. Half watching the parade, half watching the patients from surrounding hospitals looking down from their windows. I gave Gord a play-by-play "And now Mr. Peanut is dancing in the middle of the street...and now Clifford the Big Red Dog is going by,YUCK! Shriners! and look! The Burlington teen Tour Band!" Then finally, the crowd went absolutely mental, police escorts, tons of booming noise & the great man himself on his sled - wishing everyone the merriest of christmases & HOHOHOing. And a 31 year old woman clapping & waving from 14 floors up. Can Santa bring my boy home to me for Christmas? I hope so.

Tuesday will be the official half-way point of this initial round of chemo & I absolutely could not be more proud of Gord. He's been through so much & he's handling it all with such grace & composure. His doctor told him last week that he was very pleased with Gord's reaction to the treatment. The other night he mentioned that he has it in the back of his mind that he might have to stay for longer than they had initially said, but for now....

This is it. This is it.
This is life, the one you get
So go and have a ball.

This is it. This is it
Straight ahead and rest assured
You can’t be sure at all.

So while you’re here enjoy the view
Keep on doing what you do
So hold on tight we'll muddle through
One day at a time, One day at a time.

So up on your feet. Up on your feet
Somewhere there’s music playing.
Don’t you worry none
We’ll just take it like it comes.

One day at a time, one day at a time.
One day at a time, one day at a time.
One day at a time, one day at a time.
One day at a time, one day at a time.

Do you guys know how long I've had that song in my head for? And how I ache every time I write a blog entry to include the lyrics somehow? FINALLY I got it out of my system. Stay tuned for Wilson Phillips' 'Hold On' to make its way into a future entry.


Susannah said...

I think you guys are the most amazing people ever, except of course for baby Sophie.

Best wishes for lots of cuddles, smooches and snorgles in the very near future. PS For my sanity, please do not post any Wilson Phillips lyrics.

Miss13 said...

Oh sweetie!
You have the right frame of mind, keep your hands busy and do it one day at a time.

Hugs and eskimo kisses to you

dani xox

Iris said...

Oh... I'm following up here and on g* and I know it must feel impossible to deal sometimes, but you're half done already! So I suppose it is possible because you're doing it.

Gord is lucky to have someone like you around as a support so I hope you are able to relax and take time for yourself as well just to decompress.

I'm rooting for you!

Miss Muffy said...

Don't you know things can change
Things'll go your way
If you HO-old on for one more day!

Man, music in grade 7 was so gay.