HOPE...

We have officially survived (and ended) Tyler's birthday week celebration. You know it's bad when I walk in the door from work and he asks, "Did you bring another present home for me?" The kids in my class and past parents at my school were beyond generous and bought him an insane amount of gifts. I'm sure you can all imagine how neglected he is... poor baby. ;)

We are eagerly awaiting our appointment on Thursday at the City of Hope. Bill is still a little unsure as to what is going to happen, but just going there has to get us one step closer to treatment. *fingers crossed* In a perfect world we will sign papers, get all prerequisite tests complete, and he'll be ready to start treatment the following Monday. He has had a few days of feeling "it," which is very achy and uncomfortable. Thankfully they finally gave him some medications to help the ease the pain, which is also helping him to sleep. He learned the hard way about taking a pain killer an hour before Tyler was supposed to wake up. Once my mom came and got him, he was free to sleep at his leisure... which is just what the doctor ordered.