Go Fish

Cora is addicted to Go Fish! A few years ago, my mom gave us some Go Fish cards that were perfect for Cade at about 3. They are strictly colors. You make color pairs by asking your opponent for a specific color or drawing from the "go fish" pile. Cora loves it. She wants to play it all the time with whoever will play with her. So as I was preparing for our clinic trip tomorrow morning, I packed the Go Fish cards in her bag unbeknown st to her. The visit started off much better than our last sucker throwing visit. She was sweet to the nurses and staff and didn't cry when her port was accessed. Her counts were good, her ANC was 1500 which is down from last time but right where the doctors like to keep it. We were waiting for her chemo to come from the pharmacy and to see the doctor. She was bored with her dolls, so I busted out the Go Fish cards. She was so excited. We got the cards all set up and each had five in our hand just in time for Dr. Johnston to walk in. He greeted us and he and I started talking while Cora started nagging about who's turn it was. I told her the game would pick up in a minute after Dr. J checked her quickly. That was it! He had interrupted our game and she was having no part of it! The kicking and screaming ensued and Dr. J got the Go Fish cards thrown at him! This continued through her exam and until he left the room all the while with me whispering bribes and threats in her ear with no luck. My daughter is so sweet sometimes and so so so completely naughty others! I was so embarrassed that for the second visit in a row she is kicking one of the men responsible for curing her cancer! When he left she sat in time out, calmed down, and decided to apologize to him later all on her own. We did apologize and hug as we left, but still, I am not sure how I can continue to show my face in there never knowing what my daughter may do next! But the good news is...she is good! She looked great, is handling her new meds with little side effects and feels good enough to throw fits. We started her on her five days of the dreaded steroid and don't go back for 2 weeks! Her birthday is Friday! We are having a "ball"...like Cinderella on Saturday morning. This will be her fifth day of steroids so I am hoping she doesn't make a scene at her party, but she is very excited! Stay tuned for those pics!

Cade on the other hand, is depressed! While were were at clinic he and daddy went to the dentist. The dentist told him yesterday that he needs to stop sucking his thumb because it's pushing his teeth forward. Both of his front top teeth are loose so once they fall out sucking the thumb will push permanent teeth forward. He is so upset. He says he just can't stop and anytime he touches his softie dog he has to suck his thumb. He's so dramatic he went so far as to say "just throw softie dog in the trash, it's no use!" By bedtime he had decided he couldn't do it, he'd just continue to suck! Rob went through the whole scenario with him about how his teeth would stick out, he'd have to have braces, and maybe even surgery on his mouth if the bone starts to move forward because of it. Cade's response was, "Will they put me to sleep if I have to have the surgery?" Rob said, "ya, probably." And Cade said, "fine, I'll just get that." and rolled over and stuck his thumb in his mouth.

As usual, we've got lots of work to do around here!