Magenta

If I was blue last night, I'm definitely magenta today: Maybe still a tad bit blue, but mainly a sea of brilliant reds and purples and pinks.

I had a great OB check this morning, which revealed that I'm making progress -- though not too much progress for just shy of 36 weeks -- toward delivery.

Logan's audiology test at CHO showed no hearing loss through cycle three of chemo, and his WBC count is up to 2.6 or 2.8 (Adam couldn't remember the precise figure, but either way, it's good news). His hemoglobin sits at 8.4, which is apparently lower than Sunday's number (which is weird since we were told 8.4 on Sunday as well though apparently it was actually 8.8, but eh, it's okay), so we'll check it again with another draw tomorrow morning. The sole bummer of the stat set were platelets, which rest at either 26 or 28 (again, Adam wasn't sure), which meant that he was unable to get an RSV immunization: The minimum platelet count to proceed with that is 30, so he just missed the mark. Instead, he'll report to CHO next Tuesday for the shot, and then be readmitted to start cycle #4 on Wednesday, just one day late. Philippa told us to give him one more shot of GCSF to push his numbers as high as possible for the time being, and then we can stop with those, too. Logan will be relieved, since he hates his nightly injections. They're pretty torturous for us as well, but, well, he's 4, so there's lots of screaming and crying and agonizing beforehand.

Otherwise, there's been plenty of good cheer (and noise) around our house. Logan actually has more energy and is in better spirits than he has been since before we knew about the tumor. Sure, he absolutely gets tired and cranky and takes naps, which he hasn't done routinely for two years, but he also seems genuinely happy at times.

So, I'm choosing to think of this third cycle as one of the 'amazing' things God promised to me months ago. And I'm also choosing to believe that it's just the tip of the iceberg, and that more amazing things are in store. I could merely protect myself in a cloak of cynicism -- which, ironically, is my usual modus operandi -- but it doesn't feel like the right thing to do. I don't think this is a bounceback 'extraordinary' cycle designed to make up for cycle 2's disastrousness, rather a sign that All Things Are Possible.