Day 49 of Lochlan’s healing journey with near haploid leukaemia began with smiles as he woke up. I ran my hand through his tossled, bedhead, hair and to my dismay my fingers came out filled with strands of his hair. My heart broke, but surprisingly he was ok with it. He said he can’t wait to see what his hair looks like when it comes back — will it be thicker? curly? a different color?
After a quiet morning, with red light therapy, essential oils, supplements, and lots of nourishing food we spent plenty of time this afternoon enjoying the beautiful fall weather outside. (He had some frequency healing treatment done while we were outside and I am so grateful for holistic healing tools and incredibly kind people.) We are trying to take pleasure in the simple, ordinary moments together each day. It’s hard because there are moments that almost seem normal, but that shadow of cancer is always looming.
Finally before bath time, we had to make the decision… clean the falling out hair or take it into our own hand and start the process of shaving it off. He decided to get it done and over with. So, Mitch played barber, and decided to do his version of a military cut— not a complete shave yet, but close to it. Both he and Lochlan handled it well. Luke decided to stay away until it was done. And I simply stood with tears in my eyes watching it unfold. The now constant visual reminder of our daily reality is a lot to take in.
He had his nightly detox bath, followed by a big essential oil protocol and massage, and climbed into bed, with contentment and ease.
Lochlan continues to amaze me either way his courage, resiliency and strength through this. We head back to the hospital for more chemotherapy tomorrow morning. He’s not as fixated on having his port accessed as he was earlier this week, so I’m praying he will continue to remain calm as we get closer to it tomorrow. We’ll take things as they come, one step at a time.
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