How about a quick report card to begin with. These are the tests that Peter is going through (and has gone through before and will go through again).
- Bone Scan: Negative!
No visible cancer from this test done last week.
- CT Scan: Negative!
No visible cancer from this scan of his whole torso, head, neck.
- Echocardiogram: Negative!
His heart sounds good.
- Bone Marrow Biopsy: No Results Yet
He was put under today to extract marrow from both sides of his pelvis.
- MIBG: Scheduled for Today
This is the scan that “lights up” cancerous areas.
- Audiogram: Upcoming
Eager to know how his hearing is holding up.
We’re all praying that his string of straight A’s remains in tact. His platelets have rebounded to 50000+ as of today, so the latest assumption is that Peter will start radiation on Monday.
Although I haven’t been composing updates as frequently lately — and I do apologize for that — I have been getting a firsthand perspective on Peter’s progress. My wife (known herein as Auntie G) and I recently spent some time in Florida for some R&R and the Eigner’s took advantage of our empty house while we were away. We’ve been back for over a week now and the Eigners are still here, so apparently the quarters suit them better than the Ronald McDonald House. In any case, we’re happy to have the crew here while they need to be near the hospital.
My last memory of Peter before his diagnosis, probably around July 4th ’06, is playing baseball in the yard at my parents’ place (Poopster’s). In those days I was lucky to see him once every two months or so. I would pitch him the ball, Grandpa would tell him to keep his elbow up, and he would give it a rip, then tear around the imaginary bases and finish with a safe slide at home plate. What a joy it was to watch.
After I returned home, the news came that something wasn’t quite right with Peter. Those baseball sessions in Grandpa’s yard grew shorter and shorter and less frequent. Next thing I knew, I’m receiving horrible news from a teary Erika and Peter is being rushed to the hospital in Minneapolis. You know the rest. Ever since then the treatments have been annihilating the cancer and borrowing much of Peter’s body and energy in the process — particularly after the final round of chemo.
But with the return of spring, we’re once again in the yard — my yard this time — and Peter is back to standing on the left side of the imaginary home plate. He’s back to telling me when I make a bad pitch, he’s back to giving the ball a good rip, and he’s back to sliding into home. He’s not fully recovered, but he’s recovered enough to be doing the things he really loves; And you can tell he loves baseball.