Stepping on the soapbox.

I think maybe I whined a little bit too much in my last post. Thanks for putting up with me.

Serenity has been ok with the increased dose of methotrexate. She has been grumpier than usual, and there are times when she cries and cries and I can’t figure out what is wrong, but they are short lived. I am assuming and hoping that her numbers are still ok. (They were on Monday.) Because the kids and I have been going a little stir crazy and so we’ve left the house a bit. And we went to Arctic Circle. And I let her play in the children’s play area. Hopefully it wasn’t too tremendously germy.

Normally she doesn’t ask to go over there and so she and I just sit and watch the other kids. It’s a small restaurant and usually pretty empty. But this time she did demand ask and I gave in and said yes.

She was wearing her little Cancer Chic shirt and someone came over and told me she reads the blog. It totally made my morning. And I was distracted and didn’t even ask her her name or say anything much so if you are reading…Hi! I’m sorry I wasn’t friendlier!

That evening I had Serenity with me at Walgreen’s and a woman came over to me and said how much she liked Serenity’s hair. She asked if “he” had been born with hair, and did we buzz it or what. I explained that She had cancer and understanding dawned on her face as she said, “She has leukemia!” Yep, that’s what she has. The sweet woman then proceeded to tell me that Serenity will be just fine because the treatments for leukemia are so remarkable. And she is right. They have come far; they are remarkable. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about how fortunate we are that Serenity is low risk ALL.

ALL has about an 80% cure rate. That is really awesome. It also means that 1 in 5 children die. And while I know that people are trying to say the right thing by being so positive, sometimes it feels like they gloss over the fact that this is really hard. I had an acquaintance tell me a few weeks ago that cancer is really no big deal anymore (speaking of Serenity) because of how far the treatments have come.

Let me assure you, it is a big deal. A little boy close to Serenity’s age died from ALL recently. We know people who have dealt with AVN (where the bone tissue actually dies), mouth sores so bad that the child could not eat and had to take oxycodone for the pain. We know of a little girl who has had multiple brain surgeries, several children in wheelchairs, many, many children who are repeatedly spending weeks in the hospital because of infection or low counts or fever. All of these kids with ALL. Every day that goes by I worry what might happen, or wonder whether we will really come through this unscathed.

Please don’t tell me that I have nothing to worry about. Please don’t tell me that this is no big deal. And for heaven’s sake please don’t tell me about the person you know who had leukemia and died, but I don’t need to worry about that because it was a long time ago and they’ve come so far since then.

Just tell me that you care. I promise that is enough.