(Originally published May 17, 2013)
It began in December I suppose. My daughter's house (right next door) had a flood due to the dishwasher malfunctioning and spraying boiling hot water everywhere. A few weeks before Christmas my husband got sick - with what we thought was swollen glands and/or a virus of some sort. That was the start of a very long journey (see previous posts). One that isn't over yet ... almost 4 months and thousands of dollars later (getting sick with a long-term debilitating illness is incredibly hard on your budget - travel costs, meal costs, some medical expenses, renovation costs - none of this is stuff you plan for. Good thing we did have some savings)
|Floating Lights at RVH|
|Buildings in Downtown Toronto near the waterfont|
The first morning in Princess Margaret we met with the oncologist (Dr. Schimmer) and a hematologist (Dr. Muhhamad S). Dr. Schimmer explained a little about what Lymphoblastic Leukemia was, and what the treatment involves. He also gave us some astounding news that morning. With the treatment received at RVH, he was already in remission! (PTL - I believe in miracles, and this was just another confirmation of God's blessings) Dr. Schimmer didn't really understand how that was possible, but he said his bone marrow tests (done at Princess Margaret) showed his bone marrow was clear of anything, and was vastly different than when compared with his bone marrow biopsy from the pre-treatment period.
|Rear Lobby at Princess Margaret|
It's going to be a long haul - six months to a year for recovery (as much as he can recover). Nobody will know until then if he has permanent nerve damage or not. But we are seeing progress - he can hold a pen and write his name, he can feed and partly dress himself, he can wheel his own wheelchair - all of these were things he couldn't do for months. So far, we've been in four different hospitals in three cities.
I'm trying to keep the story short (already failed - I know, but there is so much more than what I've already written), but it's hard to cram 4 months worth of frustration, fear, prayer, and all that goes with it into a short post. Our family (in particular our daughter's and their spouses) have been steadfast support; driving me back and forth to Toronto (I don't drive) and helping me to do the things I couldn't do alone. The prayers of friends everywhere have kept us going, and we know God hears them. I've spent many nights sleeping in a hospital room on chairs; spent untold hours away from home, still trying to accomplish the things that need done at home, and provide support for my husband. At this point, I'm probably as tired as he is, but for different reasons. I want him home.
|New Tiled Wheelchair Shower|
We've got some fabulous neighbours - they've all been concerned and supportive, and helpful - offering to do whatever needed done while Ron is hospitalized. At this moment, I can't even imagine what it would be like to live anywhere else in Orillia. So to the neighbours left and right, across the road, up and down ... thank you. Just for being there if I need you; for asking how he's doing; for offering to help. You're the best. When Ron get's home we're partying and you're all invited.
To everyone of our family, friends and neighbours ... thank you. May God bless your lives as richly as he has blessed ours.
... the really good part is, that he will be home eventually. So many people never make it home, never make it out of the treatment phase for ALL. We still have a life together to look forward to. For that, I thank God.