Took us a darned long time to get into a room today. The Boy is in for chemo #9. Should be a "simple" three day two night stay.
The room that we did get, however, is prime real estate. There is a separate entranceway with a sink. Two doors needed to enter. The bathroom has a shower right in there, so no need to go down the hall. The layout is different, which is okay. Smaller room space--also okay. There is one more room in this wing with a shower which we have not had since his post-surgery post-ICU stay.
By the way, today is one year from his initial diagnosis, or at least from the day we were first told what could be going on and that we'd be checking in to the hospital.
Of course, we thought we would be long past this by now. That's what everyone thinks about Wilms Tumor...a surgery, a few months of chemo, and all better.
I don't want to hear from someone who doesn't have any idea that we are "lucky" that it is "just" Wilms. Yes, we are lucky that his prognosis is still good in terms of he should survive and will lead a reasonably normal life. We are also lucky that he has been such a happy boy with a good attitude and a good appetite. I guess...we can say it and mean it but it sounds trite from some others.
Leaving soon to pick up Grandma!