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It's always tempting to sugar coat things. We are guilty of giving the standard answers like "we're good" or "it's fine", or at least I'm guilty of that. Carey is much better at being bluntly honest than I am. I suppose I don't want people to think that we're negative or weak. But here goes the non sugar coated description of this past week: it was awful. The treatment they have him on is intense and his body seems to be pretty sensitive to it. We can only hope this means the tumors are sensitive to it as well.
Carey compared his first day of treatment on Thursday to the first day of school: exciting, scary, and new. You sort of know what to expect, but there's still enough unknown to make the day exhilarating. We had our clothes set out the night before and arrived to the clinic a half hour early - just to be sure we weren't late.
I said goodbye to my old friend normal on August 14th in the office of an oncologist. It was a stuffy room, much too small it seemed to contain such large news. I was holding my baby, Carver, who was just shy of one month old, and I remember being embarrassed that the doctor walked in right as I was changing a poopy diaper. I don’t remember exactly what the doctor said, but rather that he used words like “big problem” and “amputation”. I remember I started to feel
