3/29/2012: 9:30 AM

The trip down to Children's was pretty ordinary. There is more road construction on the route - something I didn't think was possible. The road construction, the drive-thru lunch stops, and the noon traffic in the city caused us to be ten minutes late.  And boy, the clinic was busy, but it didn't take Kathy, Davis' nurse, long to get him accessed and rolling. The transfusion itself takes a few hours, so we just sat around. Davis played his DS and Ipad, and I read. At 5:00 pm, he was de-accessed, and we headed home. Pretty uneventful.

The best news of the trip is that Davis has gained five pounds! He now weights 63.8 pounds. Fifteen more and we have hit his target weight. I would have to say that Prednisone, Arby's curly fries, hidden protein powder, and prayer seem to make a pretty good weight-gaining combination. I also asked about Davis' liver function. His liver levels are elevated. His ALT/SGPT was a whopping 103, when normal limits are between 5-35. The nurse practitioner Davis sees said it is not a concern, and levels have to be much higher to bring forth any real alarm. I still worry about the long term effects all of this chemo is having on his body, specifically his liver.

Davis refused to take his medication last night. I tried all of my parent tricks: bribing, sweet-talking, compromising, grounding, yelling. . . . nothing worked. Luckily, not soon after I had checked out (picked up a book and tuned out the world), Kyle came home and worked some of his magic. Davis did take his chemotherapy meds before he finally went to sleep. I am ready to look back on these times and say to Davis, "Remember when you used to fight taking your medicines. . . You drove us crazy with that." And then we will all give a sorrowful laugh thinking back, and then move on. I pray that day will come, because it terms of taking medication, the last eight months have been anything but joyful.

I know that we have been blessed by the encouragement of positive thinkers and the intercession of prayer warriors, and this is why I am about to ask what I am about to ask.

Shortly after Davis was diagnosed, Davis had an eight-year-old roommate, Cory. He and his family were from Rantoul, and we had a lot in common. We learned that Cory had been fighting rhabdomyosarcoma (basically, cancer of the tissue that causes tumors) six months before we met him. He was in remission, but the chemo was very hard on his little body and caused him to be hospitalized quite a bit. Although Davis wasn't overly friendly, Cory oozed friendliness, full of smiles and questions. He reminds me of the little children you see on the St. Jude's commercials. He is truly the sweetest, most positive, little guy I have met at Children's.

Cory was having some trouble as of late (his counts weren't maintaining), and we received word (via his blog) yesterday that his cancer is back and has spread to his bones. While this isn't ideal, it appears that doctors have a plan to treat the cancer. Cory's family is heartbroken. It seems the nightmare begins again for them. I only tell all of you this so you can send your positive thoughts and prayers to this wonderful family who desperately need them.

It surprises me how much we rejoice and suffer with and for the families we have met who are walking parallel roads with us. Their children are in a way our children - or could be our children - and cancer, something we all hate and blame for uprooting our lives and robbing our children of their childhoods, brings us together. We fight the same battles, and we all have the same fears. That idea alone is why I call on you to pray for Cory and keep him in your thoughts.

A less demanding request . . .please remember Davis and the rest of us in your prayers.

We appreciate your encouragement and support always.

We will keep you posted.