Mister T's last chemotherapy session was on his birthday...May 25th.....and we were sent home June 28th, 2006. 6 1/2 months later.....half a year.....193 days....finally we got to go home! In a way, I felt that I was incarcerated....and finally got my freedom. To be isolated in a hospital room for that long...I could almost imagine what it felt like to be in jail. There were times I never left the room for days. We were thrilled! We were both anxious to get back to our lives, to our home, to our beds.
Tayten was now in remission. His appetite came back quickly...he gained weight....he felt great and life was good!
He was living life to the fullest.....he went fishing & camping., had sleep-overs and his friends were over every day for bbq's and movies. His hair grew back just as thick as ever...eventually he didn't need anymore medication....and his energy for life was at full-tilt!
He was thrilled to start school in September with all his friends. Although he had missed 6 months of school the previous year...he was able to catch up to his classmates, thanks to the tutor 
at Cheo....and his determination not to be left behind.
at Cheo....and his determination not to be left behind.Tayten did have to miss quite a few days of school as he had his monthly visits to the hospital for blood work and tests. Everything went well. He was able to participate in sports at school, and all the fund-raisers...went on school trips and forgot that he ever had cancer. He didn't even want me reminding him about the time he was sick. He just wanted to get on with life. He participated in all the community activities from dances to fishing derbies and yu-gi-oh tournaments. To see my grandson so happy just to be alive...thrilled to face each day full of energy was worth the 6 months in limbo! No, there is no place like home!
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