An Up-and-Down Kind of Day

I don’t even know where to start. I usually have some sort of plan when I start writing, but tonight, I just needed to write. It’s been an up-and-down day. My mom called this morning to tell me that my dad has Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. Almost exactly a year ago, he was diagnosed with colon cancer. After chemo, radiation, surgery and more chemo (and I think more radiation), he was recently pronounced cancer free. Except now he’s not. The doctor says this is much less serious than the colon cancer and that they’ve caught it early enough that they can treat it with more chemo. Oh, well, goody. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad they believe it can be taken care of. My dad isn’t even 60 yet, and he has two grandsons to watch grow up. Not to mention that I’ve always been a “Daddy’s girl” and I’m pretty fond of him. I’m just irritated that they’re throwing more chemo at this. One of the causes of Hodgkin’s is a weakened immune system. There aren’t many things that weaken an immune system more than chemotherapy. So I’m back to feeling helpless and mad and too far away. I’m in Georgia and my parents are in Arkansas.

On the up side, for several days, Bennett has been stripping off his clothes, including his diaper, so he can sit on his potty seat. He only does it once day and he only sits, but I’m a “he’ll start using the potty when he’s ready” kind of parent, so I wasn’t worried about it. I’m more concerned with the mess I’ll have to clean up if he’s not sitting on the potty or wearing a diaper when his lunch reappears, if you know what I mean. This afternoon, he did his strip act and brought me the diaper, which I thought was considerate of him. He got his step-stool and his potty seat and his big brother and climbed onto the seat. He usually just sits there for a few minutes then comes to me to get dressed again. I walked in there to check on him then started to leave the bathroom. Jeffrey said, “Aren’t you going to attend to him? Someone has to.” (Yes, my 8-year-old really talks like that. He talked like that when he was 3.) Since Jeffrey was already dressed for karate, and I was still in my pajamas, I told him I had to get dressed and he could do it. Before I even made it to the bedroom door, Jeffrey was yelling, “He’s doing it! He’s doing it!” I ran back in and he really was! Of course, we made a big deal about it and called Jay to tell him. I have no idea if he knew he needed to go or if it just happened while he was there. We’ll just have to wait and see. But it was still his first time. So that was fun.

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