Charile's delayed intensification continued today. I have neglected to write about the details but we started the fourth phase of treatment at the beginning of this month. It is 8-12 weeks in duration and a very intense portion of his treatment where he will be getting eight different forms of chemo. Three of them he has never had before, and two he has had only once. Every doctor, nurse, parent and friend in the know has prepped us for the worst, low levels of immunity, fevers, mood swings, and side effects galore. We are back to every 7 days in the oncology clinic. The first visit he had a spinal tap and two different drugs in his IV. Then the IV meds for two more visits combined with an oral steroid twice a day every other week. We are already seeing effects. This past Friday he had a low grade fever and we ended up in clinic to be informed that he has a cold (duh we knew that). His 'roid rage is back as well as the food cravings and binge eating from the steroid. I think the thing that I fear the most about this phase is that Charlie will return to the zombie he was during induction or worse, end up in Inpatient at Children's again. I've been savoring the past weeks. Charlie, while challenging as any normal 3 year old is, has been delightful to be around. His personality is developing daily and watching him interact with Daniel is awesome. Having him revert back to the pudgy couch potato who only has the energy to watch a movie and hug his blanket is heart breaking....
In the long run, I have to be grateful for delayed intensification. Grateful. That's really, really hard. I want to hate it all with everything I have. But, I can't. It's saving his life and we will make it through. The docs told us that this phase alone increases the cure rate by 25%! So that is what I hold on to, that number, that piece of knowledge is what I recall through every screaming fit, throwing up episodes and frantic crying during clinic visits.