Quiet house

Today is one of many days lately where I want to be somewhere I can’t. Though increasingly routine, Wes is having a procedure today all the way down in Philadelphia, an uncomfortable reminder that he’s already gone through more than we can possibly expect of such a little one, and there’s so much more ahead. I wish I could be there when he wakes up.

We are almost through with induction – phase one of his treatment – and while I’m excited and hopeful to get his results back at the beginning of December, I’m also beginning to feel the weight of how difficult the next stages will be on him and, by extension, us.