Since I can't (I can sit in this room for hours but the minute I attempt to lie down someone comes in!) I will write out the latest.
The chest tube is still not out. There is still some air in the abdomen so another day of that. Which means more x-rays. More days in the hospital. More chances of going insane.
We did hear that is for sure a Wilm's Tumor. We won't know which type until tomorrow (favorable or not). I pray, pray, pray that it is the favorable type, as that responds very well to the treatment. The other one...well, the statistics are scary on that one. Please don't let it be that type, God. The oncologist did say that from the way it has acted so far he thinks it seems like the favorable type but he can't say which it is. I'm clinging to hope right now, clinging to his words and hoping he is right.
With that said, Jacob will be starting chemo on Monday...yes, one week from today we will be back here getting his first treatments. The oncologist didn't go into much detail because we won't have any specifics until the whole pathology report is in but his chemo treatments can take several days at a time...which means more hospital stays for us. I'm not sure how we will be working this as Ben doesn't have a whole lot of paid time off but I'm sure that we will juggle childcare with the other two somehow - we have to one way or another.
It's all happening so fast, and yet so slowly at the same time. It's been a real wait to get this chest tube out and to hear the pathology reports; and yet the actions of the team are quick. He was diagnosed quickly, was able to be operated on quickly, and will be starting his treatments quickly. It's hard to process so much at once but also means that we are getting the ball rolling too.
It is odd how quickly life changes. Just 12 days ago everything was normal. Now we've spent 8 days in the hospital and will be starting chemo in a week. It makes me wish with every part of my being that I had fully appreciated my normal everyday life. Because that is no more.