All It Takes..

Some times all it takes to set my mind racing is something small. This evening is one of those times!

Dylan has been fine all day apart from sulking over a broken scooter and throwing a tantrum on the way home that left him a little breathless as normal.

He has this little habit of holding under his armpits near his chest and when we ask him why his typical response is “nothing”. Occasionally (and I mean very occasionally) he will say his chest hurts but usually that is when pointing to his stomach because he needs a bowel movement, or his side because he has a stitch from running / walking too fast..

Tonight he started doing his holding under his armpits thing and saying “nothing” was wrong when I asked. I don’t know whether it’s just habitual, like a few other quirks he has, or whether it’s something to be concerned about. I will bring it up at his next clinic but there was a theory it could be his scars itching or feeling odd rather than his actual chest as that is where they are all located. Still it makes me worry.. is it a cyst bursting or a new nodule or cyst growing?!

He has eaten and drank really well tonight which he never would when he had a cyst pop so that’s reassuring in that way. And he has been playing fine, singing and shouting and not getting tired at all.

Come bedtime he was fine. Numbers were all good even though that has become a challenge in itself now. His PTSD prevents me from getting a fully accurate reading when he is awake as he gets very stressed about me checking him. Even though we use to do it multiple times a day as routine, gradually we’ve had to stop and are now just down to once a day (unless we are concerned), which is just before bedtime when he is lay down and hopefully relaxed. Then we can also see how the day has effected him and whether he is tired. He really overthinks his breathing and gets tearful and fidgety if we can’t get a good reading quickly. I’ve tried various calming methods but I think after everything he has been through it’s normal really. Because of this I always check on him a bit later in his sleep. 

Sleep studies are how doctors get a good idea of a persons oxygen levels and heart rate during rest but also because during sleep the body isn’t able to ‘compensate’ the way it does in the daytime or be influenced by outside stimuli and you actually get a more accurate picture of how a person is coping. This is why we check him again, we can see how he is without him stressing out, breathing funny on purpose, fidgeting or talking away to himself as he likes to do! 

Tonight I couldn’t get an accurate heart rate reading as he was too unsettled. His oxygen levels read at 98 so then I counted his HR out manually twice and it sat between 70-85 which is normal for Dylan now.

However, he felt a little sweaty but not feverish. This coupled with him being unsettled could be because his room is warm. He usually gets a bit like this after a bath if it was too warm but he didn’t have one this evening. Back when all this first started he use to suffer horrendous night sweats and the nurses always thought he had a fever because his bed and pjs would end up soaked. We were told this was down to his oxygen needs. As his lungs improved and when he started on overnight oxygen the problem went away. He has been fine ever since coming off the oxygen too so it does worry me that it is a sign of the disease reactivating.

I will keep checking on him and hopefully as his room cools down he will be fine. Or he is just sweating off the cold he has. There really isn’t enough “symptoms” for me to be concerned, I know that in my head but it doesn’t stop good old anxiety and PTSD coming out to play!! I was having a conversation the other night and explaining how Dylan will never be classed as being in remission. His cancer is never “gone” it’s just inactive. This I think shocks a lot of people as it’s a hard concept to understand but it goes someway to explaining how we feel daily even though life is going great right now. We are literally waiting to see what flips the switch in his body to turn this evil disease back ‘ON’ again... 

This is our life now. But at least it is a life.

Triggered

So after writing my post last night I had a full on meltdown. Something happened New Year’s Day that isn’t my story to tell but it landed us back in a hospital visiting family members after a very serious incident that could have been fatal. Whilst we were waiting Dylan kept looking uneasy and tearful and kept telling me “I love you” over and over.  I put it down to tiredness as it had been a long stressful day after a late night prior for New Year’s Eve. That night I couldn’t sleep and kept flashing back to the moment we started to say goodbye to Dylan and turn his medications off. I had been a lot better recently so it almost felt raw again.

Fast forward to last night and I was still feeling uneasy and picturing those moments we nearly lost him in my mind. Feeling tearful myself and struggling to fight back the emotions, I was then tipped over the edge by Dylan waking up crying. He obviously got up to the toilet and got disoriented which he can do sometimes but then he kept saying “I love you” over and over to me again when I tried to figure out why he was crying. After taking him to he toilet and putting him back to bed once he had calmed down, it just hit me like a wave and I couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. Luckily he was fine for the rest of the night but I didn’t sleep well.

One of our family members that was involved in the incident is still not doing very well so it’s a very worrying time for us right now. The other is now recovering at home thankfully but they could have both been killed and it really is another stark reminder that life is precious.

2017

As I sit here staring at the Christmas lights flickering and thinking about the boys going back to school tomorrow I am inspired to write again even if it is only brief..

I don’t want Christmas to be over, I don’t want the eldest two back at school, I don’t want to take the decorations down. I love the magic of Christmas. The way it makes everything seem so much more cosy and calm. I don’t know whether it’s because I am a December child myself or whether it’s just me trying to escape reality. I had a hard time at the start of December this year. After two ruined Christmases (well actually four but the two previous weren’t because of Dylan’s illness) I was feeling jaded and depressed. I’ve probably overcompensated this year and spent too much money, put up too much tinsel and eaten too much food, but eventually I got into the spirit and now I don’t want it to end.

January is always a dreary miserable month as is much of February. Putting aside that it is Mike’s birthday soon it feels like it’s a long slog of cold wet weather whilst we all wait for Spring. It also reminds me now of the month we were told Dylan was likely terminal two years ago and brings back worries of him coping in the cold and with all the germs January brings. Luckily at least Dylan is nearing six months post treatment so he will be safe to catch chicken pox by the time that season rolls around!

To be truthful we’ve been VERY lucky in 2017 and have had a wonderful year. We’ve been on lots of days out and mini breaks. We had an amazing holiday at Disneyland Paris that is the best holiday I personally have ever had so far. Dylan barely got sick. He finished chemo and rang the bell and he got his line removed. For a boy that was considered to be terminal the year before he really showed us all he was determined to live life! The eldest has grown LOADS and started juniors and football this year. I can see him changing into a young man already and he makes me so proud. And the littlest is such a character, he is cheeky and has such a sense of humour for one so small it’s like he has been on this earth before.

Not everybody has had a good year. Family members have had tough times including just yesterday on the first day of a new year! Friends and acquaintances have lost loved ones. Lots of children we know of have lost their battles with deadly diseases. In lots of ways 2017 was pretty awful so in our little ‘bubble’ of five we feel very blessed. It makes me worry that because we’ve had such a good year.. that now something bad will happen and crash all our hopes and dreams for the future. 

I hope that 2018 is kind to everybody. Bad things will always happen that is part of life sadly. But I pray for no unexpected surprises and health and happiness for my loved ones and their loved ones. It’s a sad truth when you’ve come to accept that in life people get sick and sometimes it’s your own children or parents or spouses. A lot of people never contemplate their own mortality until it happens to their family, but it certainly encourages you to live life to the fullest and to cherish every moment. And that is my only resolution for this year again.. to continue to make memories and cherish every single day with a grateful heart.. <3