Perspective

I wish I could report that Nate is back to his old self...he's not. He's getting better, but not there yet. He is vomiting less and is drinking and keeping down a good amount of water. He still has little interest in food but will ask for things every now and then...they usually come back up. His energy level is nil. Who can blame him though? He hasn't had any real food for almost a week and he might need a blood transfusion (we'll find out Tuesday). It's all about baby steps right now. First he keeps down fluid, then food, then he gets his energy back. My poor baby boy. He doesn't deserve this, no one does really, but especially not a child. Yesterday, he should have been out in the backyard running, climbing and sliding down the slide with his brother; not slumped on the couch trying to keep his water down.

I'm working this weekend which is hard. All I do is think and worry about him when he's like this. I know Daddy's got it under control, but I want to be there by his side, making sure he's ok.

This weekend, our whole pharmacy is moving to the front of the store. We also lost our technician a few weeks ago and our new one hasn't started yet. This would normally be enough to send me over the edge with stress. Now it's just a blip on my radar. "What? I have to work 12 hours by myself? Ok. Oh, we have to move the whole pharmacy to a new space? Alright.". These things that would have been such a big deal are really nothing in the shadow of my child having cancer. Not that life's little stresses aren't still there, but I hope we can at least take from this experience that we shouldn't "sweat the small stuff". Enjoy life, love your friends and family and let the little stuff slide. In the grand scheme of things, they really don't matter. I hope I can carry that idea with me when all this is over.