What was suppose to be an uneventful weekend has started out in a bad way. Last night when going to bed Cody told Diane that his groin area hurt. It turns out that the gland on the right side of his groin is swollen pretty bad and is hurting him. Diane called the Dr. and I was getting ready to take him in to Georgetown. But, the doctor said we didn't need to come in unless he has a fever. If he has a fever it is possible that it's an infection. The fact that she has told us to enjoy the weekend and she will see us Monday speaks volumes. I spoke to her for a little while and asked her what she thought was going on and she believes it's the beast. We hope and pray that it isn't. I asked her if we are at the cross roads now and she believes we are. Cody's liver is not well, so we can't continue chemo. The half dose of chemo he had a few weeks ago appear to have no effect on the neuroblastoma. With the apparent progress of the beast in his lungs, bones, esophagus and groin the prognoses is not good. If Diane is up to it we will all go in to Georgetown on Monday. It appears that "the talk" is now inevitable.
Cody has been extremely irritable the past few days. We believe he is in pain and that is his way of expressing it. He just can't help it. I think we will be putting him on morphine soon.
Cody has been saving his money from the sale of candy to go to the beach. Most of you know that he has always loved the beach. It appears that we will be going soon. I think we will be heading South for the warm weather. I will be talking with the doctor about a gap in his radiation treatment to find a good time for the trip.
Diane is a wreck and I'm numb. This is a day that we have not wanted to come. It's the day when it all seems to smack you right in the face.
Please, please, please pray for Cody....
Corie, I will have the doctor get in touch with the Red Cross on Monday. Love you!