Beckett had another fairly uneventful week at chemotherapy. It was our second week of just getting vincristine so he didn't have such a long day. In fact we rescheduled it so that I could take him after school and save my sick days for the upcoming months.
Beckett is starting to realize where he is going so he starts to say "Owie" when we go in to have his port accessed. He's a trooper though and only cries for a second.
This week we start back up on both the chemo drugs so we are back to long appointments. John is taking him this week and I'll take him the following week. Luckily, Grandma Pat is coming for a visit and she is going to go with us. Having another person there will make it much easier. So we only have four weeks to go until our two week break. We start up again right before Thanksgiving so our chemo that week will be on Wednesday instead of Thursday.
Beckett is also having an evaluation for physical therapy Monday, as the result of leftover preemie issues. He's just a bit behind on some stuff like jumping and running. I think it might be a bit genetic because my mom tells stories of me hiding behind doors trying to jump when I was his age and John is not the world's most coordinated person.
Otherwise Beckett is doing great. He's talking up a storm, chasing the poor, patient cat and calling his cousin in England (who owes us call, by the way).
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