Steven has been hanging out in the hospital since Wednesday morning. He went through a tortuous methotrexate infusion on Wednesday evening (read: he was throwing up more than usual). He was feeling better by the next day and has been eating pretty well since. He has been busy up at the hospital with physical therapy, a long visit with the nutritionist, playing chess with some of the child life volunteers, playing games with his uncle, doctors stopping in, pet therapists (his favorite), a walk to the patio, video games, movies and books. Hopefully he will get to come home sometime tomorrow, but it may be Sunday--who knows. Rob is up there tonight--a nice break from me, I'm sure.
A beautiful life
Saturday morning we got a devastating call from Rob's mom: his dad had passed away in the night. They were in California, had spent a lovely week at Disneyland with Rob's brother and his family. He hadn't complained of any health problems during the trip and had no known health problems so this came as a huge shock to all of us. His passing has brought to my mind a wealth of memories shared with him. He has been such a huge part of holidays, birthdays, vacations, home projects, and really just our life. He was a humble man with a very big heart. Steven was named after him and as a little kid, he idolized his grandpa. I hope that his biggest aspiration is to be as kind and good as his namesake. I have so many pictures of him and my kids. I keep thinking about Alisa's admonition to take more pictures. I'm glad I have as many as I do. I wish I could take more. Here are a few that tell a little about him as a grandpa. Here is one o...
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