Its been five weeks since Scott's last clinic appointment (put back a week due to Dezzys birthday), but tomorrow we're back in again. Scott will have bloodwork done, his pentadamine breathing treatment, a physical and a spinal tap.
Its been a good break between appointments and Scott is feeling better than he has in a long, long time. He's eating well (although perhaps scoffing down a little TOO much), the neuropathy is easing, he's playing with friends out in the street and looking good with pink rosy cheeks, and incredibly, during the last couple of weeks, has detoxed and kicked his codeine and ativan habit! We are so proud of him and relieved that he's no longer leaning on narcotics to calm him down or take the edge off the pain. I think even he agrees now that being able to go outside and play is better stress-relief than ativan, demerol, and all that good stuff.
On the surface all seems well and groovy, yet a return of acute leukemia would be seen in the blood and spinal fluid before symptoms were seen.
So, we worry. And probably, we always will.

Anyway, like they always say, nothing like a good old fashioned sing-song to chase away the cancer-clinic blues ...