Too much excitement just might kill me!
This is the story of Monkey’s cancer.
There is (will be) a series of perhaps overly detailed posts that tell the whole story. You can read them here:
Or if you’re feeling lazy, here is the short version:
Two days before Monkey’s first birthday, he had gastro and wouldn’t stop screaming. We took him to the emergency department at 4am, where they found a large tumor in his chest, wrapping around his spine.
We were admitted to hospital immediately, and after 2 weeks and a multitude of tests we finally had a diagnosis – intermediate risk stage 3 neuroblastoma.
Neuroblastoma is the third most common childhood cancer, behind leukemia and brain tumours, and stage 3 meant it hadn’t yet spread.
We were told to expect 8 rounds of chemotherapy followed by surgery to remove the tumour, and we were not sure what would come after that. Radiation, stem cell transplants, mega therapy?
Monkey had 4 rounds of chemo, getting drugged up every 3 weeks and taking a ton of prophylactic medication the rest of the time. He was absolutely amazing – all the chemo didn’t slow him down in the slightest.
Then on Halloween (forever to be known in our family as Hooray Day), we got the results of his checkup MRI – remission!!
And he didn’t need surgery. We were thrilled! We never even knew that was a possibility. Even his doctor seemed surprised that his treatment worked so quickly.
So now he will be closely monitored for a time, but we really hope that his cancer is gone for good.
If you would like to help in the fight against childhood cancer, please donate to the Children’s Oncology Group.