When I think of an infection, I think of something that needs a little neosporin and a band aid and then life goes on. When the doctors started talking about Mark's infection as something that is life-threatening, as you can imagine, I was shocked. He has stage IV cancer for god's sake, an infection is the least of his worries, right? Wrong. Turns out it's not uncommon for people going through this treatment to get these infections which can be fatal if it doesn't respond to antibiotics and continues to spread. So, going back to my blog about not worrying because it doesn't get you anywhere and it's a waste of time, yada yada yada - I have done very little of anything else besides worry during the past 36 hours or so. Even during the hour and a half last night watching the movie Amityville Horror I was worrying. Well, I guess I was worrying more about not peeing my pants, but you get the idea. I feel bad for the people around me when I get worried like this. I become that girl sitting next to you in class who keeps clicking her pen or tapping her foot at speeds you didn't know possible. I become that annoying friend who appears to be listening to you but then can't repeat a single word you just said. I become that employee who has to ask you a million questions to complete one simple task and even then screws it up. Another endearing quality of mine when I'm worrying compulsively is eating uncontrollably. I eat even more than I normally do (yeah, I didn't think that it was possible either!). I've decided that I want to be nine years old again. That was a good year for me and I want to go back.
Sure, being nine again will have some negative consequences. At the age of nine I had a haircut that made me look like a mushroom. Somewhat like the girl in the picture, but bigger with much more teasing.
At the age of nine I also had a gap in between my two front teeth and buck teeth that made me look like I sucked my thumb until the age of six (oh wait, I did...).
Mix both of those characteristics with my lazy eye and you get one cute kid! Yeah, I looked like I was conceived by two people who were brother and sister. All of that aside, I was still happy. Life was so simple. I hadn't faced challenges like losing a sibling and watching someone you love suffer from cancer. My biggest worries were my sister calling me a pee wart because I had a little bladder control problem at night, or her telling the entire bus of kids that we almost missed the bus because I had peed the bed AGAIN (yeah, she definitely emphasized the again). I don't want to sound like my grandparents here, but those were the good old days. Anyway, Mark is the most optimistic of us all about this infection. He calls it just "a bump in the road." I sure hope he's right. He's surpassed the doctor's expectations up till now so there's no reason to think that he can't do it again. Thanks for all of your thoughts and prayers! They mean so much! Until next time, this pee wart is signing off.
When I think of an infection, I think of something that needs a little neosporin and a band aid and then life goes on. When the doctors started talking about Mark's infection as something that is life-threatening, as you can imagine, I was shocked. He has stage IV cancer for god's sake, an infection is the least of his worries, right? Wrong. Turns out it's not uncommon for people going through this treatment to get these infections which can be fatal if it doesn't respond to antibiotics and continues to spread. So, going back to my blog about not worrying because it doesn't get you anywhere and it's a waste of time, yada yada yada - I have done very little of anything else besides worry during the past 36 hours or so. Even during the hour and a half last night watching the movie Amityville Horror I was worrying. Well, I guess I was worrying more about not peeing my pants, but you get the idea. I feel bad for the people around me when I get worried like this. I become that girl sitting next to you in class who keeps clicking her pen or tapping her foot at speeds you didn't know possible. I become that annoying friend who appears to be listening to you but then can't repeat a single word you just said. I become that employee who has to ask you a million questions to complete one simple task and even then screws it up. Another endearing quality of mine when I'm worrying compulsively is eating uncontrollably. I eat even more than I normally do (yeah, I didn't think that it was possible either!). I've decided that I want to be nine years old again. That was a good year for me and I want to go back. 
Sure, being nine again will have some negative consequences. At the age of nine I had a haircut that made me look like a mushroom. Somewhat like the girl in the picture, but bigger with much more teasing. 
At the age of nine I also had a gap in between my two front teeth and buck teeth that made me look like I sucked my thumb until the age of six (oh wait, I did...). 
Mix both of those characteristics with my lazy eye and you get one cute kid! Yeah, I looked like I was conceived by two people who were brother and sister. All of that aside, I was still happy. Life was so simple. I hadn't faced challenges like losing a sibling and watching someone you love suffer from cancer. My biggest worries were my sister calling me a pee wart because I had a little bladder control problem at night, or her telling the entire bus of kids that we almost missed the bus because I had peed the bed AGAIN (yeah, she definitely emphasized the again). I don't want to sound like my grandparents here, but those were the good old days. Anyway, Mark is the most optimistic of us all about this infection. He calls it just "a bump in the road." I sure hope he's right. He's surpassed the doctor's expectations up till now so there's no reason to think that he can't do it again. Thanks for all of your thoughts and prayers! They mean so much! Until next time, this pee wart is signing off.
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hang in there and you will make it through everything that is going on with mark, just like you have with every other obstacle that has been put in your way! GOODNIGHT!!
Sincerely,
Someone you don't know