I have to share the happy ending after my post yesterday. I completely melted down crying for a while, then pulled myself together to go upstairs to Ian's room and see how he was recovering. When I entered the room, there he stood - strong and smiling - with arms out to hug me while I cried some more, this time for joy! The nurse even gave us secret permission to go out for an hour and have dinner together! We walked to the closest restaurant that was open and then finished with a gelato on our way home. It was so sweet to get that extra little bonus round of time together. He even felt good enough to bound up the 11 flights of stairs back to his hospital room. I had tried (once) to walk the stairs and thought I was going to die half way up, so I took the elevator this time thinking I'd be waiting a while for him at the top. The elevator doors opened at the 11th floor to reveal Ian there waiting for me, not even out of breath!
That's my Ian :)
That's my Ian :)
I spent the night there with him last night and was able to be with him for the first round of chemotherapy this morning. All went well. The nausea isn't so bad yet. The real weakness shouldn't kick in for another week or so. Since they changed their policy on children, I'm bringing Asha tomorrow so he can continue to read Little House on the Prairie to her while he still has energy. For those of you who know the series, they are currently about half way through These Happy Golden Years. We are still looking for a caregiver but are confident there is a match out there for us. We are feeling strong and hopeful. Thank you for your prayers!





