After what has been the hardest year of his young life, Ezra is now six!
When we got back to the cancer clinic this week he told the nurses that he had a birthday party on the weekend and he turned six. Then he told them that I said he’s having another birthday on Saturday, “And, I guess that means I am going to be seven.”
Not quite sweetheart. Slow down. These next couple years will continue to be hard but we still want to enjoy the good that comes with each year too.
In the last year, Ezra has lost two baby teeth, he’s learned how to swim on his own, he flies down water slides, and loves to run. Ezra loves to have fun, he’s a big goofball and he is loud (although most people who know our family will say he comes by that honestly). He can count forwards and backwards, he is starting to read, and has become a bit of a LEGO master.
He was also diagnosed with high risk T-ALL. He lost the ability to walk and then had to relearn how to walk, climb stairs, squat down, and pick up items from the floor. His weight has fluctuated rapidly. At one point his face was nearly unrecognizable. He lost all of his hair, eyebrows and eyelashes.
He experienced the most intense stomach pain. He battled nausea, neuropathic pain, and dehydration. Most of his favourite foods became completely unappetizing. He endured 108 doses of chemo, 42 days with steroids, eight sessions of full cranial radiation, X-Rays, CT Scans, an Echocardiogram, the placement of two central lines and a feeding tube. He has lived in four different homes for varying lengths of time.
Five was a hard year for Ezra. It wasn’t the year we had imagined or hoped for for him. And while we don’t want five back, we are grateful that he’s still here to welcome six.
Happy Birthday my sweet boy. I am grateful we get to see you continue to grow and achieve and listen to your great big laugh. We love you Ezra.