The Gorilla in the Room



Randy:  There haven't been that many posts from us the past few weeks, and there are a couple of reasons for that.  I guess both of us feel like we haven't had much new happening and so we assume the other has something to blog about.  Anyways here we are, 2 days home from treatment number 10.  We're past the halfway point....time flies when you're having fun....RIGHT?...(crickets).  I have come to grips with what brought some of the anger and emotion in the last blog out.  You see since this all started in October we have had a constant barrage of dates and deadlines to look forward to.  Since November 5th when Jake was diagnosed there has been a gorilla in the room that we were distracted from, which is his mortality, and our future as a family.  We didn't realize it but we are at the point in the treatment plan when we start to wait.  I mean there are plenty of chemo treatments left, but those are things we've dealt with, old news.  The next new and excited chapter in this story is the ending.  We find out next that either Jake beats this and goes on to live a normal life or......the other ending.  That has been a tough reality to face, and to put it in other terms is the gorilla just stood up and introduced himself.  We realize this has led to a lot of tension internally, and it has spilled into our relationships with each other, our friends, and anyone else close to us over the past few weeks.

Kait had been taking Jake to all of his 2 day treatments because I have school on Thursdays and work both nights, but this time I offered to take him and close the shop because Ethan had an art show at school.  I have been to Egleston many times, and it has a weird "home" feeling now, but I hadn't been with him during a clinic admission yet, so this was new territory for me.  It started simple enough but quickly went downhill as he pooped his pants just after getting into a clinic room.  Now I need to say that Jake is completely potty trained, but since his nasty mucositis he is very scared to poop, so he holds it......for more than a week at a time.  This is important because when "it" happens....IT HAPPENS.  I had to take him to the lobby bathroom and it was down his legs, so his pants had to be cut off (can't get cast wet), all over his wheelchair.  I finally got him back into the room with some shorts on and we waited.  About 10 minutes later he informs me that he needs to pee, so I carry him to the triage station bathroom....

and the day got much worse...

As I picked him up I didn't realize that his tube was caught under the base of his IV pole and it pulled it out.....completely.  Fluids were already running so it bled like a head wound.  It was down his legs, on his sock, all over me, and the only thing I could do was pull the emergency help tether on the wall.  About 6 nurses came to help and get the access needle completely removed.  I took him back to the room and he calmed down after a while.  Of course then he had to have his port accessed again so he had to deal with that a second time (his least favorite part of the hospital).  This has happened two other times, once by each of us, but this was apparently the worst because every time I went to pick him up or move him the rest of the day or Friday he would whimper and say "Please don't hurt me daddy".....ouch.

Anyways the rest of the stay was pretty uneventful, as Jake met some new friends in the playroom and I met some more parents to share stories with.  When in the room he watched Team Umizoomi and Toy Story 3.  This was a lighter chemo load as the "red devil" (doxorubicin) was not on the schedule this time so we were discharged by lunchtime on Friday.  Jake takes everything in stride and smiles no matter what.  This quote seems fitting for his predisposition to everything: