I always try my hardest to remain positive and thankful. Today, I had to try REALLY hard.
Jude woke up late this morning, which did not go unnoticed by his little sister. Shane and I attributed this to the excitement of being around family and a late bedtime. However, as the morning progressed, Shane and I prepared for the inevitable call to his oncologist. After declining breakfast (a huge red flag for this food lover!), a request for a nap less than an hour after waking up, and a bad feeling tummy, I was on the lookout for a fever. Sure enough, after some time alone in the bathroom, I went to check on my tough guy, only to find him trying his hardest to clean up his puke. His only concern was that he had "messed up Grandma and Grandpa's new bathroom." I immediately jumped into action. This is not new for me, but it never ever gets easier. Shane also sprung into action, and cleaned the bathroom, while I tended to my boy.
Jude can be tricky sometimes. At a young age, he learned that complaints about pain or sickness were not taken lightly, and usually resulted in a trip to the doctor, which in turn resulted in a needle poke, many hours of waiting in a cold, boring triage or hospital room, questioning and prodding by staff and med students...all while feeling sick and wishing to just be snuggled up in his own home. No fun...for anyone! He always plays the tough guy. When asked how he feels, he will always err on the side of "perfectly fine". He will not complain or cry. He will not come to his mom, even in a moment of need...like in the bathroom this morning. I admire his strength and am proud for his ability to handle much on his own...but damn it! I want him to want or need me sometimes. I feel so helpless. This is a purely selfish request, and one I would never demand or ask for. I am so thankful for my Jude. Everything he has gone through and is going through are helping to shape such an amazing young man. I have no doubt that this experience in his young life will help to prepare the way that he responds and reacts to difficult situations in the future. He is so poised, courteous and respectful, even in his sickest moments; yet curious enough to ask important questions and be aware of everything around him.
After I changed Jude's pajamas, wrapped him up in his Grandpa's robe (...oh, Grandpa, you should wash your robe by the way!), we rocked in the chair for awhile and discussed that we may need a trip to the doctor. Still no fever at this point. Jude was very clearly ill. He was not worried about being tough at this point and just wanted to rest and drink water. He went from feeling terrible, tired and thirsty, to chills, fever and awful in less than an hour. Shane called Jude's doctor and we were soon on our way to the ER. ![]() |
| These two were able to catch a few Zzzz's during our stay in the ER. |
My role has always been more of a comforter for Jude. I am there to help Jude understand, age appropriately, everything that is going on. Something we realized about Jude from the beginning is that he feels much more at ease and comfortable when he knows what is going on with him. He does not respond well to being treated like a child...go figure! He is just as curious about his diagnosis as anyone else would be in his situation. For what he goes through, it ought not be for nothin'! I am the one Jude looks to when a nurse or doctor responds to one of his questions with a smile instead of a thorough explanation. He looks to me when he needs to use the bathroom, but his IV line is tangled in the bed rails, or when he is too tired or sick to answer the same questions over and over again to different staff and medical students popping in at every opportunity, or when he just needs a reassuring smile from his mom while being examined by a new doctor for the umpteenth time. These are just some of the reasons I would never EVER request that he act like he "needed me" more. I know he is still my little boy. He needs me plenty. Sure, it's not the way that I thought it would be, but it is what it is. I realize I am absolutely not "helpless," though it can certainly feel that way.

As awful as this all may seem, I am so thankful. As much as there is to be upset about, there is also much to be gained in these situations. We are so close to the end of Jude's treatment plan and have not had any major setbacks or reasons to believe his cancer will come back. Today, one of our concerns was bringing him to a new hospital he had not been seen in before. All of that concern went out the window when we got there. Rhinelander's ER department was absolutely wonderful. We have been to our fair share of hospitals across the country, some of which were top of the line, and St. Mary's in Rhinelander was extremely competent, professional and understanding of our situation. We felt assured and confident of the level of care Jude received and appreciated that they were considerate of our input. It was an absolute pleasure to have one less thing to worry about, and for that we are thankful.
Days like these are certainly not welcome, but I am thankful that we got to check out and come back to Grandma and Grandpa's house tonight, rather than check in to the hospital. I am thankful that I was able to snuggle my son to sleep without IV lines, blood pressure cuffs and heart rate monitors on tonight. I am thankful that I was able to come home to my daughter, who barely noticed our absence due to her wonderful grandparent's care. I am thankful that I have such an amazing man snoring beside me now, always taking care of his family at any cost and being the strongest pillar I could ever lean on. I am thankful that I can still see the light in all of this. It was a challenge to remain positive, but I got through this day. I have everything I need right here. I am thankful.








































