But was it easier than the year before? Most certainly. The previous year Brent missed all but nine days or so of school, spent more days at the hospital than at home, had 4 surgeries, countless scans, procedures and the horrible beast that we call chemo to wrestle, as he did simultaneous battle with cancer itself. And as a family, we had that small matter of Lauren’s brain tumor to contend with. So, I will enthusiastically go with our vastly improved, cancer free trend of the past 365 days.
Tomorrow is a new day. I understand that they all are. But Lauren has scans, so it threatens to be another day or date that will matter, worthy of remembering. It is potentially wedged between the denouement of the past year and a half, and the beginning of a fresh nightmare. This is the anxiety, the reality that we must manage. And for the most part we have.