Radiation Begins

Thanks to all for the numerous prayers and good wishes sent our way these last few days. We are glad to hear from you via email, phone or as comments on the blog. If I can make a request, it would be, please keep it up!

Carson has completed two radiation treatments and has six more to go. He has been doing just fine. He walks right in there amidst all the machines and people without much hesitation. He holds his head down at first while they talk to him, but quickly warms up as the conversation continues. Propofol is administered through the tube from his port and he is limp like a noodle in a matter of seconds while I sit and hold him. Immediately, he's transferred to the radiation table where 6 or 7 people place his head in a cradle, hook him up to monitors, start oxygen flowing, place the mesh mask on his face and head and clamp it down. Paul and I stand and look on during all the activity and then we are ushered out.

We are now helpless. Check your parental control, your ability to protect, and your sanity at the door. "Excuse me, but where is the sedation suite for parents?? Next to the psych ward? Oh, thank you very much. " Then it hits me hard, check your perceived parental control, check your belief in your ability to protect, at the door. You never really had any of those things to begin with. I must trust that God is in control. How many times have I said that? Today I believe it in a totally different way. What a lesson!

20 minutes later it is all over. Paul and I are called back in the room to watch him recover in another bed where they have moved him. He is a happy boy and we are all smiles. Carson chooses a sticker to place on his chart. He's one square closer to Square Number 8 and a special prize that awaits him. He argues that he should get a special prize at "numbah 5", he asks the nurse to tell him what the special prize is (she doesn't).....

After a few more minutes, Mr. Noodle attempts to walk. He's wobbly, but good enough. The nurse discharges us and we head home. Tomorrow we will have another lesson in trust and control. Carson, your parents (or at least your mom) are in need of yet another refresher course!

-Jennifer