Mid-week

I Valerie, promise not to get up at 3:00 am and write in the blog anymore. It's hard when thoughts go around in your head for hours at night. Somehow when I read the blog the next day, it sounded pretty depressing. His mom and sister came rushing to his aide with malts. He is afraid that he will be as big as Santa come Christmas time, but he says it sure feels good on the throat. It is Wednesday night and Tom is feeling better, not worse. Today was his shots in the stomach and he said that the nurse did an excellent job and that it was one of his better shots. This must be a first! Tom's attitude has been awesome during this whole ordeal. I think it helps that he sees some of the same people during his treatments. It's almost like they have their own support system, which must also help. The kids are doing well, although they are a little bummed that we are not making the annual trip down to Ohio for the Michigan/Ohio State party at our friends. This is the only time of the year that we make it down there and the kids were looking forward to it. Thanks for all the uplifting notes, they are helping both of us.