I can't find them right now, but I know I have (or at least meant to take) probably a handful of pictures just like this. It seriously was up in ranking with Lion for a while. He has to have truck and lion for EVERYTHING. He's tapered off a little bit, now that he realizes the truck is his to keep and is not going anywhere, so he doesn't have to guard it with his life and sleep on top of it ;)
Friday, September 14, 2012
More T'cks!
A few weeks later after getting the backhoe, Sean asked Emmett what other trucks he wanted-a dumptruck, excavator... Emmett answered "T'ck!" so pretty much anything would do! We saw Sean a week or 2 later down at the house they're remodeling and he was with his son, who'd given Emmett the other truck. He asked where we lived so he could drop the trucks by our house when he got them. Not a half hour later, he pulled into out driveway with all this stuff! Emmett was shy at first, of course, and was first mostly excited about all the pamphlets he brought. The little bobcat is the just like the truck he really loves down at the house and it instantly became the favorite.
We bring them in our bag to help entertain him when he's constrained to his cubicle during appointments and procedures. He has become such a little boy, fascinated with all these mechanical things!
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
dinner Time
We did a lot of juicing for Emmett this summer-something a little bit different each day. Doesn't it look so pretty? Unfortunately, the juice doesn't turn out looking (or tasting) as good, but we both feel that it's good for him to have some 'real' food in his stomach instead of formula all the time. Plus, Emmett likes the noisy juicing machine.
Daddy's lunch
Emmett's lunch
And on a sidenote, Emmett has been actually eating as of the last week! By that, we mean actually swallowing a few bites each mealtime, which is huge progress!
Sunday, September 9, 2012
MRI Results
The MRI results are in: Emmett's tumor has shrunk, but not disappeared. Our doctors are encouraged that the tumor has responded to chemotherapy and radiation, but they're frank about the fact that the tumor needs to be gone at this point in the therapy for Emmett to survive. So now they're looking at ways to get rid of the rest of it. At this point they're recommending more invasive surgeries to remove the tumor followed by high dose chemotherapy with stem cell rescue. The jury is still out on the long term consequences of this treatment path...a lot depends on how far we'll let them go. Perhaps the biggest decisions of our lives will be made in the days ahead.
We're glad the tumor HAS responded to treatment. We're thankful the news wasn't worse -- it could have been much worse. Please keep us in your prayers this week.
We're glad the tumor HAS responded to treatment. We're thankful the news wasn't worse -- it could have been much worse. Please keep us in your prayers this week.
Monday, September 3, 2012
Videos for Nanna
Emmett hasn't been particularly patient with Skype lately...too many other distracting apps on the ipad. So to show Nana how happy, healthy, and energetic he's been over the last few weeks we thought we'd share some videos. In no particular order, here goes:
And for those who made it all the way to the end, here's a treat.
Uncle Bruce recently took Emmett to a Red Sox game and now Emmett's made a connection. This was literally at 2 am after being up for procedures after being admitted; he randomly started saying this and it took a minute for us to realize why!
Emmett's new friend (and roommate) Will.
Sunday, September 2, 2012
Always in our Prayers...
Our hearts are broken, yet again. Since Emmett was diagnosed, a few families have reached out to us that also have sons that battled cancer. Stephen passed in April and we were crushed. Our hearts ache and tears flow again today as we found out that sweet Keith also passed this morning.
Stephen's parents live not far from us in Albuquerque and their son had been diagnosed with AT/RT a few months before Emmett. Their kindness in answering questions and giving us guidance before we left was such a blessing. I give them full credit for helping us realize that making the sacrifice to leave home was the best option for Emmett and we've had no regrets since. Their knowledge and advice was priceless at a time when we didn't even know what questions to ask.
Keith's parents used to live in the Boston area and knew my family and other friends here. Soon after we arrived in Boston for Emmett's treatment we received a sweet package and a long letter from them that we will treasure forever as it changed our perspective on Emmett's situation and helped us see even clearer some of the small miracles in our lives. Recognizing the little miracles gives us peace and hope that Heavenly Father is aware of Emmett and our prayers. We were looking at their blog one day and I pointed to Keith's NG tube and then pointed to Emmett's and he got excited when he realized he was not alone. At each new picture of Keith, Emmett would get animated and point to his own tube on his cheek. From a few feet away, Micah even mistook Keith's picture for Emmett.
We call both of these families our friends though we have only met Stephen's dad in person. Their support has been so meaningful to us and we have looked to them for strength and hope and pray now that they will be given peace and strength on those days that are unbearable and that their memories of their sons stay vibrant and strong.
Saturday, September 1, 2012
Line Removal
Emmett did indeed have an infection. They isolated a bacteria in his blood which grew a culture within six hours (normally it takes 24). As soon as we started the antibiotics on Tuesday his fever went away, and he hasn't had any more stomach pain since Tuesday night. But his blood grew the bacteria again on Wednesday and Thursday which led them to believe that it may have rooted itself in the plastic of his central line. Because his fever went away they believe it's all out of his body, but it's possible for the bacteria to continue to grow on his line under a biofilm which protects it from the antibiotics. And though his blood may eventually show no traces of the bacteria, when his immune system is suppressed on a future chemotherapy cycle, the infection can come back with a vengeance.
So they decided to remove his central line and place two IVs until the infection has cleared his blood. After the infection has been cleared for a few days they will place a PICC line (peripherally inserted central catheter) in his arm which will remain until he's completed the 1-2 weeks of antibiotics to treat the infection (the PICC line is needed because they typically can't draw blood and administer chemotherapy through IVs). Then after the antibiotics treatment has finished and his blood counts (immune system) has fully recovered, they'll consider replacing the PICC line with a new central line. The specifics of the new line (what type and when) also depend on what type of continuing therapy our doctors prescribe after his MRI evaluation next week.
The good news is that Emmett has been himself and in great spirits since the fever went away Tuesday night. The bad news is that removing his central line (and placing IVs) meant another trip to the OR (2 OR trips plus one other sedation by the time all is said and done!)
Typically Emmett has dealt well with anesthesia and surgeries. Yesterday was a different story, however. It didn't help our nerves that the surgery was delayed from 2 pm until sometime after 5. Luckily he fell asleep around 3 and stayed asleep until they administered anesthesia in the OR. At radiation when they would give him propofol he would always moan a few times when it first entered his veins. Though he was asleep when it was administered yesterday, he screamed "nooo, noooOOO, NNNOOOO!" before he lost consciousness to the propofol instead of natural sleep. That always breaks your heart.
When we were called into the recovery room about an hour later Emmett was screaming and screaming. Normally he wakes up from general anesthesia rather slowly, but by the time we got in there he was in a hysteric rage. In addition to removing his line they had also placed IVs in his right hand and on his left foot. To keep his limbs stable they had attached two boards, one to his right arm between the elbow and his hand and the other to his left foot. They hadn't expected the procedure to be painful and had used local anesthetic and a local to pull the line. The nurse said she had a prescription for morphine so we had her give him some to see if he was screaming in pain. It made no difference. It was about that time that we realized what he was screaming: "oughff, oughff" while holding up his arm and leg with the IVs and stabilization boards. He was furious that he'd lost function of two of his three remaining full-functional limbs. That's what he was so mad about -- we were glad to learn it was nothing more serious.
You have to commiserate with him; he never knows how his body will be different when he wakes up from anesthesia. Imagine if you woke up one day to find out that your right arm had been amputated at the elbow and your left leg at the knee. I guarantee you'd be in a rage too...and that's essentially what Emmett experienced yesterday. We're very glad he's able to verbalize so much these days...but there's still so much he doesn't understand. In many ways that's a blessings, but sometimes it's hard at the same time.
He never stopped screaming in the recovery room. Finally the nurse decided we should take him to his room to see if it would calm him down, so we came up to 9 north. He still didn't stop. Then she suggested we take him down to the garden. We ditched her on the way in case she was a contributing factor to his continuing hysteria. He did calm down some, but was still very upset. When we got down to the lobby he said " 'NGE!" and pointed out the main entrance to the parking garage across the street (the only vending machine with non-caffeinated orange soda that takes credit cards is in the garage). So in violation of about a hundred hospital policies, I carried him off hospital property across the street to buy him a soda (he was even still wearing his gown from the OR). I was expecting to get tackled by hospital security the whole time. He perked up a little bit when we saw a motorcycle police officer pull over a semi-truck in front of the hospital which is a triple bonus for Emmett (motorcycles, lights and sirens, and trucks). He stopped crying completely and started laughing when the Orange Crush fell out of the vending machine and has been in better spirits ever since. Throughout the rest of our night we split our time between the garden and the playground as he slowly learned how to use his hand and foot again. He was especially excited to see a life flight helicopter land on the hospital in the dark with all the same flashing lights as the helicopters Grandpa flies with him. He was also elated when another vending machine dispensed TWO packages of his favorite Sun Chips instead of one -- "two? TWO?! YAY!! AH-HAHAHAAH!" We're so glad the day ended on a good note.
We have a lot coming up over the next week so please keep us in your prayers. Sedation in the Procedure Unit on Tuesday to place his PICC line (and back to the real OR the following week to put the permanent line back in), then Wednesday is his MRI under yet another sedation to evaluate how the cancer has responded to treatment. If there's no evidence of disease we'll move on to maintenance chemotherapy. If there's still tumor remaining our doctors will consider more intense therapy including high dose chemotherapy with stem cell rescue. We're praying the cancer is gone and Emmett can start maintenance therapy.
So they decided to remove his central line and place two IVs until the infection has cleared his blood. After the infection has been cleared for a few days they will place a PICC line (peripherally inserted central catheter) in his arm which will remain until he's completed the 1-2 weeks of antibiotics to treat the infection (the PICC line is needed because they typically can't draw blood and administer chemotherapy through IVs). Then after the antibiotics treatment has finished and his blood counts (immune system) has fully recovered, they'll consider replacing the PICC line with a new central line. The specifics of the new line (what type and when) also depend on what type of continuing therapy our doctors prescribe after his MRI evaluation next week.
The good news is that Emmett has been himself and in great spirits since the fever went away Tuesday night. The bad news is that removing his central line (and placing IVs) meant another trip to the OR (2 OR trips plus one other sedation by the time all is said and done!)
Typically Emmett has dealt well with anesthesia and surgeries. Yesterday was a different story, however. It didn't help our nerves that the surgery was delayed from 2 pm until sometime after 5. Luckily he fell asleep around 3 and stayed asleep until they administered anesthesia in the OR. At radiation when they would give him propofol he would always moan a few times when it first entered his veins. Though he was asleep when it was administered yesterday, he screamed "nooo, noooOOO, NNNOOOO!" before he lost consciousness to the propofol instead of natural sleep. That always breaks your heart.
When we were called into the recovery room about an hour later Emmett was screaming and screaming. Normally he wakes up from general anesthesia rather slowly, but by the time we got in there he was in a hysteric rage. In addition to removing his line they had also placed IVs in his right hand and on his left foot. To keep his limbs stable they had attached two boards, one to his right arm between the elbow and his hand and the other to his left foot. They hadn't expected the procedure to be painful and had used local anesthetic and a local to pull the line. The nurse said she had a prescription for morphine so we had her give him some to see if he was screaming in pain. It made no difference. It was about that time that we realized what he was screaming: "oughff, oughff" while holding up his arm and leg with the IVs and stabilization boards. He was furious that he'd lost function of two of his three remaining full-functional limbs. That's what he was so mad about -- we were glad to learn it was nothing more serious.
You have to commiserate with him; he never knows how his body will be different when he wakes up from anesthesia. Imagine if you woke up one day to find out that your right arm had been amputated at the elbow and your left leg at the knee. I guarantee you'd be in a rage too...and that's essentially what Emmett experienced yesterday. We're very glad he's able to verbalize so much these days...but there's still so much he doesn't understand. In many ways that's a blessings, but sometimes it's hard at the same time.
He never stopped screaming in the recovery room. Finally the nurse decided we should take him to his room to see if it would calm him down, so we came up to 9 north. He still didn't stop. Then she suggested we take him down to the garden. We ditched her on the way in case she was a contributing factor to his continuing hysteria. He did calm down some, but was still very upset. When we got down to the lobby he said " 'NGE!" and pointed out the main entrance to the parking garage across the street (the only vending machine with non-caffeinated orange soda that takes credit cards is in the garage). So in violation of about a hundred hospital policies, I carried him off hospital property across the street to buy him a soda (he was even still wearing his gown from the OR). I was expecting to get tackled by hospital security the whole time. He perked up a little bit when we saw a motorcycle police officer pull over a semi-truck in front of the hospital which is a triple bonus for Emmett (motorcycles, lights and sirens, and trucks). He stopped crying completely and started laughing when the Orange Crush fell out of the vending machine and has been in better spirits ever since. Throughout the rest of our night we split our time between the garden and the playground as he slowly learned how to use his hand and foot again. He was especially excited to see a life flight helicopter land on the hospital in the dark with all the same flashing lights as the helicopters Grandpa flies with him. He was also elated when another vending machine dispensed TWO packages of his favorite Sun Chips instead of one -- "two? TWO?! YAY!! AH-HAHAHAAH!" We're so glad the day ended on a good note.
We have a lot coming up over the next week so please keep us in your prayers. Sedation in the Procedure Unit on Tuesday to place his PICC line (and back to the real OR the following week to put the permanent line back in), then Wednesday is his MRI under yet another sedation to evaluate how the cancer has responded to treatment. If there's no evidence of disease we'll move on to maintenance chemotherapy. If there's still tumor remaining our doctors will consider more intense therapy including high dose chemotherapy with stem cell rescue. We're praying the cancer is gone and Emmett can start maintenance therapy.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Back in the Hospital
Emmett had what appeared to be some stomach pain last night. We were on the phone with his doctors around midnight and were about to bring him in, but it suddenly went away. Then when he was napping today he had the same type of pain and also spiked a fever so the doctors had us bring him down to the ER. Sure enough his blood counts were low so they admitted us for fever and neutropenia. He'll also get a blood transfusion tonight. They haven't isolated the cause of the stomach pain but say infections can manifest themselves in many ways.
By the time we arrived at his room in the early evening Emmett had perked up to his normal self and put on a lively show for the nurses. He had an entourage of 10 or more watching him run around the floor collecting his favorite toys, raiding the kitchen, chasing the pneumatic tubes, and showing off his new words, animal sounds, and walking skills (unaided). I wish we'd caught the 6:20 showing of "Emmett rolls into Sweet Home 9 North' on video because words don't do it justice. The nurse practitioner didn't even examine him because of how well he was obviously feeling. I felt a little badly for the other kids on the floor who had to see Emmett parading around like the healthiest kid on the block tonight.
Unfortunately he slowed down later on with more stomach pain. They took him for a stomach x-ray and ultrasound. So far nothing discovered. Looks like they did find an infection in his blood however, we'll know more tomorrow.
Hopefully they identify the source of his stomach pain soon. We pray it's nothing serious.
By the time we arrived at his room in the early evening Emmett had perked up to his normal self and put on a lively show for the nurses. He had an entourage of 10 or more watching him run around the floor collecting his favorite toys, raiding the kitchen, chasing the pneumatic tubes, and showing off his new words, animal sounds, and walking skills (unaided). I wish we'd caught the 6:20 showing of "Emmett rolls into Sweet Home 9 North' on video because words don't do it justice. The nurse practitioner didn't even examine him because of how well he was obviously feeling. I felt a little badly for the other kids on the floor who had to see Emmett parading around like the healthiest kid on the block tonight.
Unfortunately he slowed down later on with more stomach pain. They took him for a stomach x-ray and ultrasound. So far nothing discovered. Looks like they did find an infection in his blood however, we'll know more tomorrow.
Hopefully they identify the source of his stomach pain soon. We pray it's nothing serious.
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