tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2829404906810010492024-02-20T13:45:29.638-05:00Obsessed with Poop: Mommy Blog for Sh*ts & GigglesFinding the funny in the daily lives of Ari & Alison. (All while kicking cancer's tushie.)juliesuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08069086973049849969noreply@blogger.comBlogger233125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282940490681001049.post-90349880882317170632014-11-28T08:50:00.003-05:002014-11-28T08:50:32.073-05:00Thanksgiving 2014I've had a blog identity crisis. You may have noticed the silence. I have material. In fact, I have tons of silly stories, happy moments, and great updates. Yet, I haven't had the urge to write. <br />
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Until today.<br />
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Thanksgiving.<br />
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I am so thankful. I can't even express my gratitude sufficiently.<br />
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I'm thankful for so very much - for my husband (the most incredible father), for Ari's continued good health, for Alison's hilarious antics, for our friends and family, for Team Ari, and for outstanding medical professionals who have become a part of our family. <br />
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I'm thankful that for breakfast today Ari is eating raisin bread with hummus and Alison is eating ketchup. <br />
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I'm thankful that Ari and Alison dance gangnam style together every afternoon. <br />
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I'm thankful that Ari holds Alison's hand every time they cross a street.<br />
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I'm thankful that my kids are both in the 98% for height.<br />
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I'm thankful that the four of us roll on the floor laughing. Regularly. <br />
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I'm thankful that my kids fight over who gets to flush a poop.<br />
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I'm thankful for grandparents who will drop everything to love and care for my family.<br />
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I'm thankful for race car and fire truck grocery shopping carts. <br />
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I'm thankful for Bravo TV.<br />
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I'm thankful for lots and lots and lots of hair (and a child who refuses to get it cut).<br />
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I'm thankful for a tv in my car. <br />
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I'm thankful that Alison calls a fire truck a fire f*ck. <br />
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I'm thankful for snuggles.<br />
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I'm thankful for Disney World.<br />
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I'm thankful for bruises that come from normal kid activity.<br />
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I'm thankful for 4 consecutive months of healthy blood work. <br />
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I'm thankful my kids love going to school.<br />
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I'm thankful for recent birthdays (Ari 4, Alison 2.)<br />
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I'm thankful for potty humor.<br />
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I'm thankful I could keep going and going...<br />
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I'm thankful for blinks and tears and breaths and tantrums and laughs and smiles and jokes.<br />
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I'm thankful every morning when the kids wake up and every night when they fall asleep. <br />
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I'm just so thankful for my children, my husband, my family, my friends, my life. <br />
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Happy Thanksgiving,<br />
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<a href="https://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj104/lgtoews/de63abcc.png" style="background: none; border: currentColor;" /></a>juliesuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08069086973049849969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282940490681001049.post-48549670499611195802014-08-04T11:31:00.000-04:002014-08-04T11:31:17.330-04:00Eye love AriHave I ever told you that I sleep with my glasses on?<br />
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I want to be prepared if one of the kids need me overnight. I want to know I will see clearly. And if I need to jump into action, I'm ready.<br />
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Okay, it's sorta crazy. And I may be a bit paranoid. But I don't think you can blame me. For over two years, I've lived every second in a state of panic. I've over analyzed every single thing about my son, from the temperature of his skin to the number of bruises on his legs to what he's eating to when he's pooping to how he's feeling to whether or not he's showing any number of possible reactions to medications. I've gone into detail with his school, I've talked to all of the parents, I've made his friends sanitize before they come into my home. I've called the on-call oncologist at least 100 times.<br />
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I'm freakin' <strike>psycho</strike> nervous. <br />
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But at the same time, I've tried to give Ari a normal childhood, filled with fun and play and friends and activities. And so this summer, we decided to send Ari to day camp. First, we sent him to his school's camp, and when it ended, we signed him up for another camp. <br />
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I toured the camp and I spoke to the director only once. I don't know the names of his counselors. And I don't even know the names of the other campers. But this morning, I packed a lunch and a swim bag, I applied his sunscreen, <strike>I had nervous diahreah,</strike> and I drove to the camp. I was shaking the entire drive there. Confident Ari would say he didn't want to go, I almost turned the car around and went home. Maybe he would cry and refuse to get out of the car? Or maybe he would ask me to stay with him? Either way, this was a bad idea.<br />
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But then we arrived. A counselor greeted us at the car, unbuckled Ari from his car seat, and whisked him away. And he was fine. Smiling, holding her hand, and waving goodbye, my little baby boy went to his first real day of camp. <br />
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I know he deserves this. It's an opportunity to be independent, to be normal, to play all day, to experience new things, to make friends, and to have fun (without his mommy by his side).<br />
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Of course, I've been crying all morning. But I think they're mostly happy tears. <br />
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Maybe this is a sign that I can begin to sleep with my glasses on the nightstand. <br />
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And I can't wait to pick up Ari this afternoon and hear all about camp. Hope I'm not so excited that I make a big <em>spectacle</em>. <br />
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Oh wait. No it doesn't! Because there are no more steroids! And no more chemo!<br />
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Treatment officially ended July 14 and we celebrated this past weekend with a small gathering for close family and friends. <br />
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We forgot to tell people not to bring gifts so Ari and Alison both received a few awesome new things. They now have cool legos and books and bubbles and toys and...<br />
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Frogs. 2 of them. <br />
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(I'm toad-ally not joking. This is a perfect way to toad-st the end of treatment. <strike>Because after caring for a kid with cancer for 2 years, everyone wants to care for 2 baby frogs</strike>.)<br />
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Let me introduce you to Kermit and Hermit. <br />
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The little guys sleep all day and party all night. (Sorta like a newborn baby...remind me never to do that again.) They eat crickets, they take baths, and they like a daily shvitz in their sauna. And their scent...well, let's just say, it makes me want to croak.<br />
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Frog's legs recipes anyone? <br />
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I'm kidding. These guys are pretty fly. But I gotta get going...breakfast today at Ihop. <br />
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juliesuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08069086973049849969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282940490681001049.post-16770281533107999382014-07-13T19:20:00.001-04:002014-07-13T19:20:42.713-04:007-14-2014I write this post on the thirteenth of July, 2014. It is the evening before a very big day.<br />
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Tomorrow will be extraordinarily exciting.<br />
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I've been looking forward to the events of July 13, 2014 for such a very long time.<br />
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It will be a special day for a special person and their family.<br />
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I'll watch the events with bated breath.<br />
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And I'll toast immediately following the conclusion.<br />
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I'll shed both happy and sad tears. <br />
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And I'll say a most heartfelt prayer for the future.<br />
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I don't know what will happen after tomorrow. The internet doesn't even know for sure. <br />
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Part of me doesn't want the day to come. The other part of me has been waiting for way too long.<br />
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Will it end well?<br />
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Only time will tell.<br />
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July 13, 2014.<br />
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It's Bachelorette Andi Dorfman's overnight dates!! <br />
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<strike>Obviously I'll be watching this episode seven hours after Ari receives his final dose of chemotherapy...but let's not jinx anything...</strike><br />
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Yeah end-of-treatment. EOT for short. <br />
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Just 2 weeks (and 2 days) til EOT. Today an echocardiogram. Tomorrow a lumbar puncture. Some IV chemo. 14 nights of 10:00pm oral chemo. A week of steroids. 2 final doses of methotrexate. It's just one final course. Seems like so much as I write it out but feels like so little. Two (plus) years felt so long and yet went by so fast. <br />
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I never thought I'd say this, but I'm not ready for it to end. Light at the end of the tunnel? I can see it now. But what if it doesn't stay lit?<br />
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I asked the doctors for more chemo.<br />
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They said no.<br />
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Ari has just two more weeks. <br />
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And then we'll find out if it all worked.<br />
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<strike>(I should start taking Ari's Ativan.)</strike><br />
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Two years ago:<br />
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Two weeks to go...<br />
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<a href="https://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj104/lgtoews/de63abcc.png" style="background: none; border: currentColor;" /></a>juliesuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08069086973049849969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282940490681001049.post-51520849924024047002014-06-05T08:51:00.000-04:002014-06-06T06:43:49.676-04:00Cancerversary 2I remember the events of June 4, 2012 like it was yesterday.<br />
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I recall the car ride from Ari's gymnastics class to the hospital for a chest x-ray. I can hear the sound of the pediatrician's voice as she told us to head directly to the ER and to brace ourselves for a "long day." I can see the face of the oncologist who came in to tell us Ari's diagnosis. And I vividly remember my reaction when she told us he would be in treatment for two years.<br />
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Two years? That was longer than Ari had been alive. Two years? That seemed like forever. Two years? That would make him almost 4 years old. <br />
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Two years? I remember thinking, Will he even survive that long? Will we?<br />
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But, the days turned to weeks and the weeks to months. The seasons changed. With one foot in front of the other, and somehow...<br />
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Yesterday marked two years.<br />
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Can you believe it?<br />
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Two years! I can't even begin to list all of the medical procedures, the rounds of chemotherapy, the lumbar punctures, the doses of steroids, the hospital admissions, and the countless trips to the ER for fevers. I recall all of it. <br />
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Two years! I also remember the birthdays celebrated, the songs sung, the trampolines jumped, the baby birthed, the candy stores sampled, the pre-school student dropped off and picked up, the friends made, the toys purchased, the puddles splashed, the parks visited, the memories made, the fun had, the life lived. <br />
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Two years! Ari made it. We made it.<br />
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Ari still has two final rounds of chemotherapy, 1 more lumbar puncture, and his last scheduled chemo in mid-July. But even though he's not yet done, yesterday was a huge milestone. <br />
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I made a video to document the two years. It may be premature to share it, but I'm going to celebrate with you anyway.<br />
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Two years in 11 minutes: <a href="https://vimeo.com/97039421">https://vimeo.com/97039421</a> <br />
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(Lemonade stand this weekend? All $ raised goes to pediatric cancer research. Maybe Sunday 11am...)<br />
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I feel terribly doing this so openly and honestly, but I need to admit that our affair must end.<br />
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It has been a great many years together. From Somerville to Brookline to Newton, you stayed a constant part of my life. We had early morning get-togethers and very late night rendezvous'. Whenever I needed you, you welcomed me. You shielded me from the rain. You provided me with home cooked meals. You listened when I complained. You even encouraged a loving relationship with my children. They will miss you. (And Ari is still so sorry he broke one of your vases.)<br />
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But I gotta admit, you became stale, and I found a new love. I'm sorry to tell you, but I haven't felt this excited or this energized in a long time. I think about you in the morning as I make my breakfast. And I dream about your nuts when I go to sleep at night. And I'll do just about anything to visit you every single day. <br />
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It's time to make our split official. Goodbye Star Market. It's been real.<br />
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And hello Wegman's! I adore you.<br />
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There's the one about my husband sending me to get Ari a haircut and texting me a pic of David Beckham to use as a guide for the stylist. (Needless to say, my son is gorgeous, but he looks as much like DB as I look like Posh Spice.)<br />
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Oh, and then there's the story of Alison trying to do everything just like her big brother...and Ari trying to help her be just like him.<br />
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And speaking of trying to be something we're not, there was that time I used a flat iron on my 20-month old:<br />
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So you see, the past weeks have seen lots of laughs and tons of fun and an explosion of love between my two amazing kids. <br />
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But wanna know what's most exciting? 9 more weeks. 3 more rounds. 2 years almost done and done. Adios chemo. Soon we'll really have something big to smile (and blog) about. <br />
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So with that said, Ari has a girl friend named Shayna who is cute and sweet and very smart. It's really no wonder she and Ari have a special connection. Aside from these characteristics they both share, the best thing they have in common is a vivid imagination and a desire to play together. <br />
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And they sure do know how to play. <br />
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They play fire station. <br />
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They play doctor.<br />
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They play another kind of doctor.<br />
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And then they play nap.<br />
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Can you believe it? They're both only 3 years old!<br />
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What will four-play look like with these two?!<br />
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Alison turned 19 months old last week. For me, that number has a chilling connotation. I tried not to dwell on the significance of the number, but I'm still haunted by that age. Because Ari was just 19 months old the day he was diagnosed with cancer. I have been acutely aware that the date was nearing. I looked for signs and symptoms all over my baby girl. Swollen glands? No. Sore legs? No. Lack of energy? No. Asthma like symptoms? No. Does she too have cancer? I don't think so.<br />
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But I will admit that when I brought Alison to the on-call pediatrician two weeks ago for her first sick visit ever, I did not believe the diagnosis. "It's just a virus." It can't be a virus, I thought. That week, she was 18 1/2 months old. She was lethargic and febrile, had no appetite, no smiles, and no clapping or singing or jumping. It must be vicious cancerous cells taking over her little body. I asked the doctor bluntly. "Do you think she has cancer?" The doctor looked up and questioned, "What would make you think that?" and before I could even explain, I burst into tears. <br />
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19 months old. She's just a baby. She likes to play in dirt and splash in puddles and cover herself in tomato sauce. She sings and runs and dances all day long. She is happy and silly and she is healthy. <br />
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She does not have cancer. She had the flu. (Bad timing, right?)<br />
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Tonight begins the holiday of Passover. Not to be too dramatic, but I feel like a slave in Egypt. Pharoah is the cancer and though the medicine is working, we've been wandering in this desert of chemo and leukemic cells and fear for way too long. But even though I can see freedom in my future, even though we already witnessed a miracle, I don't think I'll ever feel free. Will Pharoah's army target Ari or Alison or my family again? I don't know. I sure hope and pray not.<br />
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But I will push this fear aside, and I will celebrate the miracles of life and laughter and happiness and freedom tonight and this week and throughout the coming years. And you know I'll be drinking all 4 glasses of wine.<br />
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Next year (or maybe this Fall after we've wandered long enough) in Jerusalem.<br />
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Chag sameach people.<br />
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I have incredible news.</div>
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We recently heard from Dr. Lewis Silverman that the money used from Team Ari over the last 8 months in a year-long research project (with mice and with a new cancer drug targeting pediatric leukemia) is working as they hoped! The next step to complete this pre-research is to combine the drug with other existing drugs to try to develop a method for using this drug in humans or more specifically...in kids!</div>
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The assumption is this drug will soon be going to clinical trial! Real kids with relapsed leukemia who don't have many options left will be given this drug. We talked about how this money <em>could</em> be life saving. And it really really is going to do just that. I have no way to thank you for your hard work on Team Ari 2013. But of course, I'd love for you to walk with us (or donate!) this year! </div>
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Here comes Team Ari 2014! In fact, today is my birthday and all I want today is for you to join the team or donate to the cause. The Dana Farber needs you! The research needs you. The mice definitely need you. And the kids need you. Of course, Ari needs you.</div>
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This year's walk is on Sunday, September 21. This will be approximately 6 weeks after Ari finishes his 2 years of treatment. We will have a lot to celebrate! Like last year, most of us will be walking the 3 mile route and the more kids the better. It's such a fun and exciting day with food and music and prizes and the feeling you have when you walk across the finish line is one of success and pride and sheer joy. </div>
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Sign up today <a href="http://www.jimmyfundwalk.org/2014/teamari" target="_blank">www.jimmyfundwalk.org/2014/<wbr></wbr>teamari</a><span style="color: #222222;"> and use code Brunch to receive $10 off the registration fee. Or, if you're registering your whole family, call Sarah Dillon (</span><a href="mailto:sarahc_dillon@dfci.harvard.edu">sarahc_dillon@dfci.harvard.edu</a><span style="color: #222222;"> </span><a href="tel:617-632-6434" value="+16176326434">617-632-6434</a><span style="color: #222222;">) and she can help you easily register every member of your family without having to do it online yourself multiple times.</span></div>
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With deepest appreciation,</div>
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JulieSue (and Matt, Ari, and Alison) </div>
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Ari got a toy monorail, Alison got a glittery Little Mermaid doll, and Matt got 4 pairs of jeans (don't ask). The kids came home with crayons in the shapes of dolphins, Mickey stuffed animals, board games, tiaras, hats, and key chains. We purchased lots of pictures to remember the smiling faces and to capture the moments of pure joy and excitement.<br />
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Oh, and we got something else. It was a unique memento from the trip. I'm not sure if it came from the airplane or from It's a Small World or from the Moroccan restaurant in Epcot. But Alison was the one who brought it home. Then she gave it to me. I passed it along to my parents. And because we try to teach the value of sharing, I have now handed it over to Ari. <br />
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We all have the yuckiest little virus ever. High temp, bad cough, and general feeling of malaise. Alison and I are finally feeling better. Ari is just starting to show symptoms. Luckily his counts are high, so although he will need to go in daily for IV antibiotics (because even though we are 99% certain he has the same virus, they need to be 100% sure he does not have an infection), he will not be admitted to the hospital. So we're home, jacked up on Tylenol and Gatorade, and still thinking about the fun we had at the <strike>Germiest</strike> Happiest Place on Earth. <br />
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"Look Mom, I made Cinderella's Castle with my fruit leather..."<br />
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Dum-bo-nus of our trip. Let's hope Ari is better tomorrow-land.<br />
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(Ok. I really struggled with an ending. Forgive me. I'm sick!)<br />
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We got back from Ari's wish trip on Tuesday, and after much reflection, I need to ask a favor.<br />
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You see, here's the thing. The trip was amazing, stupendous, and truly unforgettable. I can honestly say the week away (our first in two years) was medicine for the soul. It was an escape from chemo and cancer and for all of us was a healthy dose of laughter and family and fun. In fact, it was <em>almost</em> perfect. <br />
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Ari rode <em>almost</em> all of the rides (including Tower of Terror and Test Track):<br />
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He saw <em>almost</em> all of the animals on safari:<br />
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He swam in the pool <em>almost</em> every day:<br />
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He ate <em>almost</em> 9 full containers of yellow popcorn:<br />
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He met <em>almost</em> every character:<br />
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He fed <em>almost</em> every dolphin:<br />
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He roasted marshmallows <em>almost</em> every evening:<br />
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He finished <em>almost</em> a whole Mickey rice krispie treat and ice cream:<br />
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And he had a smile on his face <em>almost</em> the whole entire time:<br />
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It was a jam-packed fun-filled week and he did <em>almost</em> everything. Another week would definitely cover <strike><em>almost</em></strike> everything else. <br />
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Thank you Make-a-Wish for a magical, wonderful, incredible trip.<br />
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Love,<br />
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<a href="https://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj104/lgtoews/de63abcc.png" style="background: none; border: currentColor;" /></a>juliesuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08069086973049849969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282940490681001049.post-53665383812638999632014-03-08T10:54:00.000-05:002014-03-08T10:54:24.875-05:00Hair we go againHave you seen Ari's hair lately?<br />
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Well, take a good look now or you may miss it. Because it's falling out. Again.<br />
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<strike>WhatthefuckpeopleIthoughtwewerepastthisstage?</strike><br />
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Yeah so I'm slightly annoyed. And sad. And I may or may not have been sobbing when I called the doctor yesterday to ask if it is normal. And it is. We have been warned for months that this would probably happen. "Chemo attacks rapidly growing cells." And hair falls into that category. <br />
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So sayonara thick blond beautiful hair. Hello pity looks. I haven't missed you.<br />
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Count down to Disney World 3 1/2 days. I can't wait. The to-do list is long and I'm slightly overwhelmed: Laundry, pack, shave legs, and get Ari a hair cut. Oh wait, scratch that last one off the list. Phew - one less thing to do. <br />
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See I always look on the bright side.<br />
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Hair today, gone tomorrow.<br />
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I deserve it! It celebrates two births, a million sleepless nights, and approximately 50 courses of Ari on steroids. It reminds me of the stress and the sad from the last year and a half. It signifies maturity and womanhood. And it is a sign of the deep love in my life. <br />
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This new accessory of mine is lush and plentiful! And it's sparkles and shines and glistens and glimmers. It is colorless and flawless. In the sunshine, it reflects light. With the snow covered ground and the bright winter sun, it's actually blinding. <br />
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And I can't wait to get rid of it. Push present? More like, push penalty.<br />
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Adios grey hair. <br />
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A quick update - Ari is halfway through a steroid course. In a few weeks, he will have another steroid/chemo course, a lumbar puncture, some time to recover, and then... we leave for Disney World!<br />
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When we return home, he will have 4 more months of treatment. Excited? Nope. I'm petrified. <a href="http://janeroper.com/2014/02/the-end-is-nigh/">(See this blog post for the exact way I feel about the end of treatment)</a><br />
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Back to Disney... I'm pumped. We have park tickets, hotel reservations, and a rental car reserved. We have summer clothes and swim suits and a whole lot of sunscreen. We need dining reservations and tips (anyone?)<strike> and a crash diet or a juice cleanse</strike> and some new sandals. And then we're off to the Happiest Place on Earth. I may even shave my legs for the occasion!<br />
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I found the present you left in Ari's school bag. <br />
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Ari tried to hide it from me, but I knew something was up. First, he hung his own backpack on the hook. Then, he told me he did not leave any half-eaten food products in the zippered pouches (which <em>never</em> happens). And finally, the give-a-way, he shrieked with rosy-cheeked embarrassment "noooo mommmmmy" when I tried to look through the bag myself. <br />
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What could he be hiding in there? A live animal? A dirty diaper? A stolen pack of gum?<br />
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But oh my god little girl. It was the last thing I expected to see. <br />
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I saw it neatly folded in the very bottom of his bag. I opened it up, studied it closely, and smiled. My first thought? That's <em>cute</em>. Then I nervously chuckled and pondered how this could happen at such a young age. And after a few minutes, smiles turned to sadness and laughter to lament.<br />
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Your little gift was much more than an innocent picture. It was, in fact, the very first sign of his loss of innocence.<br />
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So listen up sweetie. You are a nice girl and you come from a good family. Your long blonde curls may bounce in the wind and your beautiful blue eyes may sparkle in the sunshine. I see the way he holds your hand and walks by your side. And I am the first to admit he is a catch. My Ari is special and smart and funny and caring and damn good looking. <br />
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But you're only 3. And I'm not ready to be a grandma.<br />
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Hands off my man. Cool?<br />
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Love,<br />
Ari's Mommy<br />
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I think is started quite innocently. From daydreaming to internet searching to the real thing. One thing led to another, and before I knew it, he had a new love. <br />
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I'm <em>almost</em> happy for him.<br />
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He smiles more. He has a spring in his step. His cheeks are rosy. And he's definitely getting more of a regular work out. <br />
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But he thinks about it all day long. And he's even buying lots of special presents for the lucky new object of his affection. Lust? Hardly. This is full blown infatuation. <br />
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He's madly in love.<br />
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After the kids go to sleep, it's no longer TV time with yours truly. Nope. I've been replaced. <br />
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Now, he quickly puts on protection. <br />
And hurries out for a date.<br />
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(there's even early morning <strike>wood</strike> ice)<br />
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How do I feel about this? <br />
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My mood bitter. My heart raw. My soul icy.<br />
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To attempt to win the game, players must adhere to a strict set of rules. You must administer and take meds on time. You must wash your hands often and stay far away from sick people. And you must always, no-matter-what, go straight to the ER if you have a temperature over 101 degrees celsius (or 38.5 farenheit). A temperature is the first sign of an infection. And an infection can stick to the port implanted in Ari's chest that goes straight to his heart. <br />
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If you break any of these rules, you may lose the game. (Are you following what I'm saying?)<br />
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Okay, so we've been diligent rule followers. We want to win. <br />
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But after a week of high fevers, a bunch of trips to the ER and the clinic, and the same result each time (it's a virus...) we felt a little too comfortable at 2am Sunday night when Ari spiked another high fever. And by comfortable, I mean very tired, warm, and cozy. And by comfortable, I mean Ari was playful and happy. And by comfortable, I mean, after 18 exhausting months of this seemingly never-ending game, we made a not-so-informed decision to disregard golden leukemia rule #3. <br />
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We all (nervously) went back to sleep. <br />
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And when we woke up in the morning, we very quickly made our way into the clinic for what we thought would be the same-old same-old fever story. <br />
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But this time, Ari didn't have a virus.<br />
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He had an infection.<br />
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I am being a bit dramatic in my story telling because it wasn't the type of infection that grows in the blood and adheres to the plastic line in his body. It was an infection caused by the virus he had earlier in the week.<br />
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Either way, I learned my lesson. We have 7 more months to compete and we will follow all the rules and do our best to kick cancer's tushie. (Even if that means driving to the ER at 2am. Or listening to Ari in the middle of last night give a two hour-long steroid induced monologue about trucks and fish and Christmas trees and swimming pools and anything and everything else on his mind.)<br />
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And I'm so relieved (understatement) that we're still in the game.<br />
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Something wasn't right. I took his temperature. It was high. Very high. Rush to the hospital high.<br />
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Don't freak out faithful readers, he's okay.<br />
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After two weekday trips in and out of the hopsital (misspelled on purpose) and 3 weekend phone calls with his doctor, we feel fairly reassured that a pesky virus is causing my baby boy to feel awful and that Ari's compromised immune system will indeed fight it. In the meantime, however, my little Ari is so sick. For 5 days, he's had a consistent temp of 104 degrees (without hallucinations), he has a cough that sounds like a gooey slug is stuck in his chest, he isn't eating or drinking, and he has become narcoleptic:<br />
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Someone <strike>(definitely one of the germy kids at school)</strike> took the batteries out of my energizer bunny. <br />
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We're recharging him with syringes full of gatorade and hoping that when we go to clinic tomorrow, his counts haven't plummeted. I'm no math genius, but I do know that Fever + Low Counts = <strike>one long ass incredible annoying</strike> Hospital stay. <br />
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Get better soon Ari. I miss you. <br />
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Videos like this <em>used</em> to be funny. <br />
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(Okay okay, you got me, I can still appreciate a little cancer humor. This video does, indeed, make me chuckle. To the person who thought of it and created it...You are creative and smart. Oh, and you are a giant asshole...without a soul. But I digress.)<br />
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When we found out that Ari qualified to make a wish of his own, I was confused. Like almost everyone else, I was under the impression that wishes were reserved for kids with terminal illnesses. The reality, however, is that any child suffering a life-threatening illness is eligible to make a wish. <br />
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So, a few months ago, we filled out the initial paperwork and a few perky volunteers came to our home to ask Ari to tell them his wish. Because <strike>we give him everything he wants</strike> Ari did not understand the concept of wishing, he asked for yogurt. As you all know, Ari greatly enjoys healthy foods like green veggies and sushi. Yogurt, however, is not, and has never been, part of his daily diet. He won't go anywhere near a bowl of yogurt. (This trait he must get from his dad.)<br />
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We waited, we explained, and we let him think and <em>mature</em>. And then we helped him out by showing pictures of things like beaches and playgrounds and foods and famous people (kid really loves Obama...and btw, Mom would not have turned down a ticket to tonight's White House Hanukkah party), but in the end, it was the Mouse (and the big aquarium at Sea World and the fireworks and the beach <strike>and the tattoo parlors and Golden Corral</strike>) that convinced the wish granters that he would have an incredible time at Disney World.<br />
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Unoriginal? Yes. <br />
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But hey, we can't all be <a href="http://www.usatoday.com/story/news/nation/2013/11/15/batkid-san-francisco/3588173/">BatKid</a>.<br />
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And like magic (kingdom), the amazing people at Make-a-Wish began working to fulfill Ari's ultimate want. Yesterday, we received the dates and draft itinerary and today, I started to get excited! This will be our first family-of-four vacation ever. It gives us something really fun to look forward to after we survive the coming months of cold and colds. And, can you believe it, will get us pretty darn close to the conclusion of these two years of treatment. 3 1/2 months until Disney. Then 3 1/2 months until the end of chemotherapy (and steroids).<br />
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Coincidentally, tomorrow is <a href="http://wish.org/content/macys-believe-campaign">National Believe Day</a>. All you (or any kid you know) has to do is mail a letter to Santa and $1 will be donated to Make-a-Wish. <br />
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The mission of Make-a-Wish is "to grant the wishes of children with life-threatening medical conditions to enrich the human experience with hope, strength and joy.” I am so appreciative of the work of this organization and am really looking forward to the planning and the packing and then the photographing (and therefore Facebook posting) of our smiles and laughter and fun. We will swim and play and ride and fly and explore and shop and monorail and dream. <br />
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Do you think I'd do away with all this cancer stuff and give the trip up in a heartbeat?<br />
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I wish. <br />
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Food? Check. Gifts? Check. Menurkey? Check.<br />
I was all set for the 4th Thursday in November!<br />
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Yet, as this merger of holidays quickly approaches, I now find myself thinking about the meaning behind both special days. I just can't help but be overwhelmed with gratitude and with a belief in miracles. Thanksgivukkah. It's the story of my life. <br />
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I still wake up in the morning some days and cannot believe this is my existence. I have a 3 year-old who has been in treatment for cancer for half his little life. Our kitchen cabinets are no longer stocked with spices and olive oil but instead with syringes and medications. I used to write about poop, and now, I write about hope. A few years ago, I would get stressed over my annual review at work. These days, it's Ari's weekly blood count print-out that gives me angina. (That's still my all time favorite word. Some things will never change.)<br />
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This year, I give not just thanks, but I send the most profound gratitude to Ari's doctors and nurses and to our family and friends. I've said it before, and I'll say it again (and again), it is the medicine and the research that has saved his life and keeps Ari alive, and it is your support and friendship and your <em>giving</em> that has sustained us and encouraged us throughout this long process. <br />
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I wish I could give back to each one of you, to the medical professionals, to the hospital, and to the Dana Farber. I truly believe the Team Ari funds will save lives. And I am so proud of Ari and all of you for donating Ari's 3rd birthday presents to kids currently in the hospital (I do not know who you all are because Amazon shipped directly there, but I will be posting pictures soon and a note of thanks from the hospital.) And like last year when we helped a family from the Dominican Republic whose daughter M was extraordinarily sick, we are trying to help an Israeli family in a similar situation this year. <br />
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We thank. And we give.<br />
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And this year, we celebrate miracles.<br />
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I have two of them.<br />
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Happy Thanksgivukkah. <br />
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Today, I write about something more serious. And tragic. And sad.<br />
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I did not know much about childhood cancer before Ari was diagnosed. I have vivid memories of the hospital visit I made in the 5th grade to see my friend Jeremy as he battled leukemia. I brought him candy and a stuffed animal and I sat by his bedside and wondered what leukemia meant. I can still picture him bald and puffy cheeked. And then two years later, I remember slow dancing with him at my bat mitzvah. And then I recall watching him walk across the stage at high school graduation. And today, according to Facebook, he has 3 college degrees, plays baseball, has a ton of friends, and lives a normal healthy life. <br />
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I thought every kid with cancer had a happy ending like this.<br />
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But that's just not reality.<br />
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And it's not the ending for Sam. <br />
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How do I even begin to describe the way I feel about Sam?<br />
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<a href="http://www.supermansamuel.blogspot.com/">Superman Sam</a>.<br />
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He's been fighting for the same exact amount of time as Ari. He lives in Chicago with his parents, his two brothers, and his sister. I have never met him. We have no blood relation. And I'm not even exactly sure how to pronounce his last name. Yet he is my son. His mom is my sister. His family is my family. We fight the same battle. And I thought we would all win. And then celebrate together. <br />
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But Sam's leukemia is aggressive and stubborn and the cancer has re-emerged more vicious than ever. And now, for little 8 year-old Sam, medicine and science can no longer help. They've tried everything. So now, they pray for a miracle. And they make every last second fun and lively and love-filled. This has been their mantra and continues to be so even when the heart aches and the throat tightens and the eyes weep. Their days, their nights, and their lives are filled with friends, family, and fun. Nothing else matters. <br />
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I pray for Sam. I pray for him to experience as much excitement and joy and happiness as possible during this incredibly hard time. I pray for his parents and for his siblings and for their entire family. <br />
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And I ask you to do the same.<br />
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj104/lgtoews/de63abcc.png" style="border: currentColor;" /></a>juliesuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08069086973049849969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282940490681001049.post-29793663577573308762013-11-13T14:51:00.000-05:002013-11-13T14:51:04.968-05:00Rule #1Remember that story I told you about my baby drinking chemo pee?<br />
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Oh that's right! I didn't tell you about it. I was too embarrassed and too disgusted to re-live the image of sweet Alison with her head in Ari's little potty, happily lapping up his tinkle. Yeah. Under normal circumstances this would be gross. Given our unique circumstances, this was, indeed gross, and possibly dangerous.<br />
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So I did what every other cancer mom does. I called the on-call doctor and explained my pee-dicament in a very calm tone, "Umm, hi. This is Ari's Mom. He's fine. But, uh, umm, well, my baby drank some of Ari's pee." And then after I heard nothing but a gasp, I asked if she would be okay. <br />
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Turns out, I was the first cancer mom to ask this particular question. I should get a prize or something because it created a small panic, followed by a stir of activity and a bunch of consultations with medical professionals. I'm doing my part to keep those docs on their toes!<br />
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Turns out, trace amounts of Ari's current chemo cocktail in his pee cannot hurt Alison. But the doctor (and the toxicologist...and then another doctor...and a nurse) kindly suggested I be more careful and empty Ari's potty on a regular basis and not leave the bathroom door open... ever again.<br />
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But just to keep things interesting around here, I had de ja vu yesterday.<br />
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"Urine big trouble JulieSue."<br />
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P(ee).S. Photos are re-enactments of actual events.<br />
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj104/lgtoews/de63abcc.png" style="border: currentColor;" /></a>juliesuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08069086973049849969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282940490681001049.post-19802373265531004052013-11-07T09:13:00.001-05:002013-11-07T09:13:28.523-05:00Picture PerfectHappy things that make me cry:<br />
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1. Romantic comedies:<br />
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2. Weddings:<br />
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3. School pictures:<br />
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj104/lgtoews/de63abcc.png" style="border: currentColor;" /></a>juliesuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08069086973049849969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282940490681001049.post-81617794595339791232013-10-27T09:04:00.002-04:002013-10-27T09:04:52.212-04:00Ari is turning 3!I freakin' love birthdays. There's nothing better than cake, goody bags, presents, friends, and parties. And most importantly, there's nothing that compares to the annual celebration of life. <br />
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I can't help but feel a little weepy and a lot giddy about Ari's upcoming 3rd birthday. In three years, he has experienced a whole lot of happy, of sad, of scary, of funny, and of fun. I've never admitted this, but multiple times over the last year and a half, I've worried that Ari wouldn't celebrate a 3rd birthday. Every drug Ari has received and every procedure he's undergone and every time he is put to sleep under general anesthesia I sign a waiver that always notes that a possible side effect is... (I can't even type it without sobbing...) death. But I've signed it with hope and with courage and with belief in our medical team. And those drugs and procedures have kept him alive.<br />
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He's alive! More than alive. Have you seen him lately? <br />
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He can jump on a trampoline for an hour. He knows every Wiggles song by heart. He tells jokes. He gives hugs and kisses to his sister. He tells me he loves me. He loves to learn. He happily goes to school. He has a ton of friends. He even has a girlfriend. <br />
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He has always been special and unique. He remains the coolest kid I could ever imagine. He is my hero.<br />
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So on Tuesday, we will celebrate his life. And yes, he will have to go to the clinic to receive chemo on his birthday, but rather than be sad, I will remain hopeful that this cocktail of drugs will enable him to celebrate a 4th birthday and a 5th and on and on. The chemo is the best gift he can receive.<br />
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On Tuesday, we are also going to celebrate Ari's life by giving gifts to the kids who are currently on the Oncology floor in the hospital. Many of our friends and family have ordered through the <a href="http://amzn.com/w/1M0THEQY765QQ">hospital's wish list</a>, and others have dropped gifts off at our house. Every day is a celebration of life. (Feel free to party with us by ordering something small on the Amazon registry.)<br />
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Two more days...<br />
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